Missy is in a Sad State

"A Cowgirl and Her Dog"

I just checked and both Missy and Miss M. are now in their respective boxes. Mr. Big Food has put away all but one of his computers. I am still working on my part of our little project. (We need chickens of our own.) I have no idea where Daughter C. is or when Rocky is coming home and oh crap. It's my mother's birthday.

Wish me luck 'cause last time I had a protracted conversation with Mom I learned that the whole entire WWII thing could have been adverted if only guns were illegal. Lord.