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]