My daughter’s friend canceled her New Year’s Bash because her two outdoor cats ate a rabid bat a couple days ago. They are in 45-day quarantine, indoors, and wrecking the house. And so 2022 refuses to pass without leaving a debris trail. Read the rest of this entry
I once had five male guinea pigs in a large L-shaped cage and I called it my Dude Ranch. They got along great and we had loads of fun, but I decided that five was my limit. Suddenly I have nine! What happened? Read the rest of this entry
If the news is kind of old, is it still news? What is time, anyway? Does anybody really know what time it is?
I can’t even remember the last time we were allowed to go out to the backyard. We don’t even line up at the gate anymore. Read the rest of this entry
I used to know what was going on around here, but lately, mayhem prevails.
Stacy's Funny Farm 