Yesterday Mrs. Frankly Speaking frantically phoned my office to come home immediately. "It's important" she hollered.
I went. I wish I had not.
It seems that Vivian, the lovely Golden Hamster we bought two weeks ago came from the pet store with an unexpected surprise. Vivian had pups.
I wanted to buy the boy hamster, but the girl at Petsmart talked me into Vivian, the knocked-up hamster.
Stop laughing. This isn't funny.
Anyone want a pet hamster for Easter?