Lucy's Journal

 Lucy’s Journal – November 12th

Well, here we go again. I told myself last week that we were going to behave for a while… but you know how that goes when Peanut, Kiwi, and the Quackers are involved.

It all started this morning when Peanut got the bright idea that we should “help decorate” for Thanksgiving. Sounds innocent enough, right? Except Peanut’s idea of decorating involves climbing up on the counter, knocking over the box of decorations, and chasing the fake leaves like they’re live mice. Kiwi, of course, thought the shiny gold garland was a snake and dive-bombed it about a dozen times. I had to rescue him before he tangled himself into a sparkly little pretzel.

Then the Quackers—those troublemaking ducks—decided the little cornucopia centerpiece would make an excellent bathtub. They waddled right into it and splashed cranberries and plastic pumpkins everywhere. It looked like a harvest festival explosion.

When I finally got everyone settled down, Peanut was nowhere to be found. That’s usually a bad sign. I followed the trail of feathers and fur to the laundry room, where I found him proudly sitting in a basket of freshly folded towels… covered in flour. Apparently, he’d been “helping” make pies and thought the flour bag was a new toy.

Kiwi was perched above him, chirping something that sounded suspiciously like laughter. I swear that bird has a sense of humor.

By the time I cleaned it all up, the Quackers had discovered the TV remote and somehow turned on the shopping channel. I nearly fainted when I saw an order confirmation for a duck-sized sweater set.

So, yeah… another peaceful day in the Lucy household. Decorations are half destroyed, my kitchen smells like burnt stuffing from an earlier “experiment,” and Peanut’s still dusted in flour like a furry powdered donut. But honestly? I wouldn’t trade this crew for anything.

Tomorrow’s plan: maybe we’ll try to bake real pies.
Then again… maybe we’ll just order one and call it a win.

— Lucy 🐾