What IS the World Coming To?

Get this: In an hour or so, I'm going to go pick up a guniea pig that we're adopting from a local animal shelter. Why is he in the shelter? Because he was a stray. As in, found wandering alone on the mean streets of Pasadena.

I can only shake my head. Well, shake my head and post pictures as soon as possible. Em wants to name him Buddy, but I'll probably always call him Hobo.