I have this one particular little ferret named Oprah.  More oftenly she
is called Oprah Jane.  We all remember that from our childhood-you know
what it means when Mom includes your middle name.  Your in TROUBLE.
 
Lately it has been more like Oprah Jane Ruth Kate Ronni Debra Anne Lee.
I swear this ferret has invisible wings.  I am still trying to figure out
how she got on top of the washer and dryer-especially since there is no
way she can get to the back of either of them.
 
Yesterday I am in the bathroom putting on my make-up and I hear chink,
chink, chink, then scrunch, scrunch, scrunch.  I come out just in time to
see Oprah peering out from the middle of the Christmas Tree.  Of course,
only like a ferret Mom would do- I run and grab my camera take the cute
little picture (next year's Christmas cards)
 
Of course not wanting to seem to much like a push over I then proceed
with Oprah Jane Ruth Kate Ronni Debra Anne Lee get out of that tree!
 
Ten minutes later I hear chink, chink, chink.  So I come scurrying over
expecting to find Ms. Oprah, but no it's Jerry Man at the bottom of the
tree batting the ornaments.  I start chastising him only in futility.
Jerry is deaf.  Though sometimes I think it is selective hearing!
 
Happy holidays everyone.
 
PS.  I hope my tree makes it to the 25th
[Posted in FML issue 4002]