Hairy bitch
I was waiting for the dawg to do something real bad, and sure enough, this morning I couldn't find my glasses. They've showed up now, but considerably more scratched with no plastic cover on one arm, and now sit with a jaunty angle.
Damn dog. Mind you, I've had them for 5 years now - they've survived 2 toddlers. Probably time for a fresh start anyway.
2 comments:
Sounds like a good excuse for a new pair, if you ask me. However, there is usually considerable expense involved.
Maybe get some shaped like martini glasses?
Excellent Google-bait for a title, BTW.
Although if you ever get a cat I might be worried. I mean - what if the poor thing got caught in the rain and you blogged about it?
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