Or should we just move?
This is just a small peak into the tornado that seemed to blow INTO my home the other day. Someone TP'd the downstairs foyer as well. Three rolls of toilet paper unrolled and chewed up along with only one flip-flop. Loki's so disgusted he can't even turn to look at the trouble-maker.
There was a big pile of trash under Mr. Wild Dingo's desk as well, shredded paper, cardboard and some of my dirty laundry. Plus two books, my Eyewitness Guide to Greece and Mr. Wild Dingo's Roman History book by Livy were shredded. Obviously someone doesn't know her geography because the Cyclades section was attacked viciously by Siberian mastications, but the Crete section, the island we're going to this month, was left in tact. But I think she made her point.
"Ooospie! Sorry Mom."
"Insincere apologies make me hungry. Less chattin' more snackin'. "
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