She Kept A Parrot


I swear I had a perfectly satisfactory life before Maxwell.  I will get back to my cupboard momentarily, but for now I have to lament.  Maxwell will be sleeping over for four whole nights.  He is my arch nemesis.  And for good reason.  He hates my stuff.  He’s managed to eat two pairs of my eyeglasses, broken my favorite lamp, chewed up my ROKU remote, and routinely torn my mail to shreds… Read More