I was appointed chief pooper scooper and doggie-sitter while my sister was away on vacation last week. If you’re a faithful BBFF (Blessed Blog Friend Forever) – and I do hope you are – you may recall that I lost my own dear four-footed bestie, Fenway, in January. Sigh. I couldn’t miss him more. ...
Infestation
Aaacckk! This is like living in a recurring nightmare. I’m sick to death of them! Why won’t they leave me alone? Call them pantry pests. Call them flour bugs. Call them the scourge of hades. I call them commas with legs (to this writer, they look like typed black commas). Whatever you call them, I CANNOT get ...
