Ah... Time for the annual throwing out of the ol' sugar sack.
*Hangs up choc chip cookies throughout the place.
Shhh... Be vewy vewy quiet. I'm hunting that scwewy Squeedom wabbit. *Elmer Fudd laugh.
If this don't get her out of that rabbit hole she disappeared to, nothing will.
*Wafts smell of fresh baked cookies.
Oh, and please PM/email me Squeaks, I wanna talk to you about something about a ficlet of yours.