If you know Boonins, you know that we love to work a joke for as long as possible. We don’t beat a dead horse so much as make the live ones in earshot pray for blessed release. So it should come as no surprise that when we get good

Well I'm finally liberated. What a fucking nightmare. I was hanging out at the nursery, which was a reasonably comfortable spot, although I knew it was not permanent. My jailer was kindly, if a bit grumpy, but I enjoyed the mild California climate and he watered me regularly.

When you decide to up and leave and go RV-ing, someone has to hold down the fort. In this case, it wasn't so much holding down as it was wrangling. We all took off and left Wendy, Ron's sister, and her husband, Jerry, at home with

I got into trouble last night, bad trouble. So bad that I can only now face up to what I did. I put my shoes in the silverware drawer. Thank goodness that my mother is dead; this is a transgression that she would have found difficult to forgive. What on

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about our auto. It's a fine camper and does the job. We have perfected the do-si-dos necessary to move around the cabin together (nb: not while driving!), there is ample room inside and it's