Lucy's Journal

Lucy’s Journal – January 7, 2026

Operation: Giggle Domination

Dear Journal,

Today was one of those cold January days where the sun exists but doesn’t actually help. Perfect weather for indoor planning, which is exactly what we did. The crew gathered for our first official strategy meeting of 2026, also known as “What Practical Jokes Are We Definitely Doing This Year.”

I, Lucy (Head of Organization, Morale, and Snack Inspection), called the meeting to order from my favorite blanket. Kiwi was already there, naturally, because he never leaves the room where the action is. Peanut showed up five minutes late and acted like he hadn’t been sitting behind the couch the entire time. The Quackers arrived together, loudly, and without an agenda—typical.

The Goals for 2026

Kiwi’s Objectives:
Kiwi wants to “expand his portfolio,” which I’m pretty sure just means screaming new words at unexpected moments. His top goals include:

• Perfecting the Delayed Laugh—waiting until the room is silent before cracking up.

• Yelling “WHO DID IT?” every time something falls.

• Sitting very still on someone’s shoulder and then whispering “boo.”
  Honestly, ambitious, but on brand.

Peanut’s Master Plan:
Peanut says he’s focusing on psychological humor this year. His ideas include:

• Staring intensely at nothing until someone gets uncomfortable.

• Sitting in boxes that are clearly too small, then acting offended when noticed.

• Randomly sprinting through the house at 3 a.m. for “atmosphere.”
  He says these are “long-term jokes.” I say they’re already working.

The Quackers’ Contribution:
The Quackers presented their ideas simultaneously, at full volume:

• Following people room to room while quacking softly, then suddenly yelling.

• Pretending to be statues until someone relaxes.

• Sneaking up behind Lucy (ME) during nap time.
  That last one was immediately vetoed. I run this journal.

My Own Goals:
As leader, I plan to:

• Relocate important items just enough to cause confusion.

• Sit directly on keyboards, papers, and GIS maps at critical moments.

• Master the art of the innocent look when absolutely guilty.
  Subtlety is my specialty.

By the end of the meeting, no actual plan was finalized, but morale was high, snacks were consumed, and everyone agreed that 2026 will be a very confusing year for anyone who lives here.

We wrapped things up with a group nap (except Kiwi, who supervised loudly). All in all, a productive start to the year. Big dreams. Big jokes. Even bigger chaos.

Until tomorrow,
Lucy 🐾