Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Reality strikes at 3 in the morning (as if you had any doubt in the Keane Kompound):

Well, it IS Springtime…

And just because I <3 Angus and his Daddy so much…

What fun! (or maybe, “WHAT fun?!??”)

I rarely (or more accurately, RARELY) snark on SF, but the storyline with with awful mother is too much to pass up…

Did you even care? Evidently, Evans pater and fils have returned to the “studio,” where Bernice can peddle her artistic talent and be mortified in one fell swoop…

It’s gotta get better…

Go on…

Whew! Time to take a “time out” with Kip and Stef, the Eternal Cheerleader:

“Let’s sell this crap tea to the Roob(idos)!”

Awwww….somebody’s not happy (as if we care)…

And remembering (hardly worth it) when Luann’s latest “when I grow up, I’m gonna be a writes” scheme…

Now back to the excitement that is all about “Spring Fair”…

Don’t believe me? Aspiring stand-up comedian Luann nails it!

Bernice listens to the schmaltz that Piro is dishing out…

Estelle forges on…

Meanwhile…

A moment to reflect…

Then back to the ACTION!!!

It’s a date!

Even the kind, patient Dr. Ed Harding has his limits (he probably would’ve put down his nephew Steven by now)…

Leaving us to speculate who “Miss Elizabeth Katz”: and “Mr. P. Whatanidiotdog” might be, applying for Steven’s job; it’s not as though they don’t have other options:

Whew! We’re back with Mary and Estelle…I’m pretty sure we spent seven years in people time, NOT dog years, listening to whiny old Steven.

Plus! A little cogitatin’ from that Cat and Canine (who weren’t allows in the cafe)….

Back to our scintillating story!

And even more!

At last!!!

Animals being put down (and not in a funny Don Rickles kind of way), criminal judges shooting their wives and offspring, Edda Burber still being Edda Burber. What we need is to calm down, take five, and think about what we really can do something about…

And then, there are things that defy logic…

And to think, some people don’t believe in magic…

And there’s even MORE kids being added to 9 Chickweed Lane! Another little ankle-biter who will be forgotten in the machinations of old Brooke. We should at least be aware of the brand-new baby, and all the excitement it brings to the family, before he is summarily ignored…

…DEAD AHEAD!!

From one catastrophe to the other…

Meanwhile, we might wonder (or not) what Libby and Pierre might be up to:

Or, what Wilbutt and his package from Amazon might be up to: