…hey, it’s just a working title. I’ll change it if something better comes along.
The Beast’s owner has returned from Oz, I mean Disney World. I’m betting she found that he dug holes in the yard, used the roof for a launch platform, and left dead frogs all over the house. But the cubs were safe in the shelter of his wings.
Speaking of cubs, isn’t it time to check in with Archer and Fiona?
THIS JUST IN
The other day, the said A & F were in the back of the car telling jokes.
This joke lacks internal cohesion.
And Rom informs me that he previously taught them to sing “Ring Around the Rosey,” and they were improvising and doing “Ring Around the Poopie” and “Ring Around the Peepee” instead.
THE ETERNAL CRISIS, STILL IN PROGRESS
–Reckless driver, with decal on back window stating “Proud To Be a Coal Miner’s Wife.” Apparently proud enough to think that traffic laws don’t apply.
–“Can the police do anything about all the people knocking on my door who have the wrong address?” In a word, no. Since the people knocking on his door were all men, and the person they were looking for was a woman, he concluded it must be a prostitution ring.
JUST IN FROM THE DEVIL’S PLAYGROUND
–A report of egging with deviled eggs. And goldfish. Luckily, it was the goldfish crackers–when she said “There are goldfish everywhere,” I was thinking the actual fish.