Yesterday I got that call that every mom hates "Tracy, this is the front office at Joey's school….(pause)".  Of course, I am conveniently in the dentist chair getting my XRays done and my heart starts beating. "Joey is sick".  ugh……..back in the car I go to rescue my little fella (and get out of that dreaded dentist chair).  So Joey comes home to rest and I lose track of The Furball.  I found her…….

How do you tell this face to get off the human blankets and the couch?


So goes it for my "Furball Rules".  These people and furry creatures around here are killing me!  and for those who say she is headed to the beds….forget it!


You can learn many things from children.  How much patience you have, for instance.  ~Franklin P. Jones