I was planning to write this whole big blog post about my mom and her luck (or lack of) when it comes to dealing with animals.
However, I am not feeling very witty tonight. The bird flying down the chimney and St. Bernard stories will just have to wait until tomorrow.
It just seems like everyone under the age of 5 who lives here has been crying off and on since we got home. I'd cry too, but I'm too tired.