A proven (almost) method for ridding Marci's house of the cattle invasion.

Update on the honey-do list—Marci has a sink for people who like to bust a move.

Marci is hinting at a few things she'd like done around the place. Turi learns the truth about that thing on the kitchen counter. What's in that fancy cookie tin? Hint: not cookies. Date night for Marci, and nobody has to go to jail.

Reprising the behavior of every verifiably insane dog Marci has ever owned. The cows are back, with a new target of destruction. Family photos—the hot potatoes of our time. Renaming solves everything.

Men are from name brand. Women are from generic. Marci's husband's medicine—a technique that sticks. An object from the past mysteriously appears at Marci's house. Fightin' words: you looked so cute in that old photo.

Flying tuna salad, courtesy of the foster dog. We interrupt this football game. A small household task. Want to give away those old drugs?

Marci's Christmas Season job has left her ill...or maybe it was the cookies. That's enough peppermint bark. The Kosher Trader Joe's Facebook Page Christmas fracas. What you (don't) get for Valentines Day. When you have a lot of extra booze.

No peace, no quiet, no recording. Neither Marci nor Turi is especially nice at Christmas, except when working the Polar Express. Turi speaks ill of the dead. Celebrity sightings, boobs and all. Sympathy for the chronically late.

Marci's dog is sexist. Turi's foster dog is oversexed. Someone who has a body part should be able to identify that part. A chatbot could do a better job of convincing you...of anything. Trivial (or lazy?) Amazon deliveries. How pets learn to eat disgusting things.