Putting the Brakes on the Breakdown

Pez. Potato. PezNo. PezYes. To know Pez is to know joy and laughter and occasionally needing a new keyboard. It's chaos and doubletakes and the occasional meatloaf. Add a few hyperfocuses in a trenchcoat, two cats with none brain cells, and an infinite amount of lore and we're here, in the year 2025, shaking our fists at the sky while doing our best to concentrate on the lol part of lolsob.

Like for so many, 2025 has been a trial for Pez. PezHouse has been the gift that keeps on giving, with a bunch of repairs that have not been optional. Pez was working overtime to get things back on track and build up a bit of a cushion against future events, but overtime is no longer an option and upcoming paychecks are much more uncertain than they should be.

Through all of this, Pez has been one of the best friends I could ask for. I want to give her the peace of mind to know that her friends are there for her too and help rebuild the cushion that life has been conspiring against. After all, Dice and Gonzo have standards of care that they expect and we need to make sure they are met lest they find a brain cell between them.