Join Me in Snarkville

…out of everything.

Let’s see when last we spoke, I was trying to empty my vacuum cleaner of feathers and shaking my head as to my son’s ability to explode pillows.

The next day, yes the very next day, my father was still combing feathers from Duke’s hair.  I pulled a feather from his ear and that was nothing compared to my dryer.  Everytime I turn around, I find more and more feathers.  Seriously, if I didn’t have a photos proving what happened, I’d be forced to wonder if we were making money on the side with a chicken plucking business.

In other random news, I just caught the youngest cat with a matchbox car.  This will make Duke happy, since Duke wants nothing more than to play with Healy — but a 4 year old doesn’t understand how cat’s play — so he keeps offering to share his matchbox cars.