Saturday, January 3, 2009
Nothing like coming home from work at 2:00 in the morning, wanting to hit the sack. Then get upstairs to find "Pickles" with a guilty look on her face and my feather pillow ripped up and feathers floating all over the bed. Not once but, this will be #5 in the past 3 years. I thought she was over that messing around. The others would never do it on there own. Pickles likes to get the party started then all hell breaks lose. The worst was 2 featherpillows and a foam pad on the water bed.All in 1 by 1 inch pieces filling the room.