My last post detailed how I got into caring for three imaginary puppies on Facebook because I’m too neurotic to stop the silliness.

Today I looked at the message board on the puppy app, Pokey, and saw a post by someone who said they spend 3 to 4 hours a day feeding and caring for virtual puppies that others abandoned.  I didn’t spend more than a couple minutes reading the posts, but from the general tone I saw that this person was not alone in the delusion.  Whoa! Alright! Other people make me look sane.

Need I point out that these people might think of spending this time volunteering at an animal shelter actually helping real abandoned pets?

Since I wrote my last post, my daughter-in-law reminded me that she would care for her puppy if only I didn’t beat her to it before she came home from work each day. Happily, I was rational enough to let go of her dog, Edward, but poor no name is still bothering me.

It is a tremendous relief to realize that insanity is a matter of degree, and has a wide spectrum. On a scale of one to one hundred,  with one being sane and one hundred being Amy Winehouse, would place myself at about…hmmmmm… 42.

Obama would be about a seven, only because he hasn’t totally conquered cigarettes.

Paula Abdul lands at 79.

Tom Cruise would be maybe a 59.

Governor Blagojevich is clearly 87.

Rachel Ray, bless her heart, could have a touch of OCD, but maintains a solid 28. After all, she puts cheese in everything, so she couldn’t be too crazy.

The writers of Grey’s Anatomy, not noticing that the show jumped the shark early this season, come in at a collective 66.

I realize that twins yearn to be seen as individuals but, alas, the Olsens have to share a number: 71.

All viewers of The Bachelor should be lumped together at 75.

Elizabeth Hasselbeck frequently admits loving The Bachelor, and George Bush, so her score should be way up there. On the other hand, she seems to be managing rather sanely as a mom, so she’s hard to rate. What tips us off to her basic craziness is her wardrobe on The View. Yes, it’s darling and flattering, but in the deepest winter she wears sundress type things with bare shoulders and makes me feel chilly. Give her a 77.