I had to poke my hubby today. We have plans to get some bunnies next week and are still without a bunny space. Hubby is tired. The wall is here, and he has hit it full on.
Smack. He hit it so hard he can hardly drag his (sorry little) arse off the couch
I tried encouragement… pulling all my motivational techniques out of the hat.
I tried to physically engage him.. drag him up, tickle him into action
Eventually I told him I would do it myself. This is really a threat (cause I will do it wrong.. I have no idea how to make a quality bunny hutch… I could make a crappy one sure, but I am too impatient to make a good one)
Eventually he began
See, not only is he handsome and the love of my life… he is a handy little bugger as well.And once he begins, the magic happensHe built, and he planned and he made the hutchiest hutch I ever did see.With kids bouncing around him, and dogs stealing the off cuts of wood (and spilling his Gin and tonics) he still managed to pull it off.
We went through phase 1 directly to phase 2… building in enough space that the kids can be in the bunny hutch… cause the bunnies sure can’t be out bouncing on 8 acres…And we are ready… all we need are the bunnies
See, not only is he handsome and the love of my life… he is a handy little bugger as well.And once he begins, the magic happensHe built, and he planned and he made the hutchiest hutch I ever did see.With kids bouncing around him, and dogs stealing the off cuts of wood (and spilling his Gin and tonics) he still managed to pull it off.
We went through phase 1 directly to phase 2… building in enough space that the kids can be in the bunny hutch… cause the bunnies sure can’t be out bouncing on 8 acres…And we are ready… all we need are the bunnies