I’m reading for tax when I look over and see Gertrude picking up my wallet. I shout at her to drop it. She scampers off.
Then I see:
I’ll see if my warranty covers this foolishness. If not, I may rock a fierce pair of Rottweiler gloves tomorrow ala Cruella de Vil.
2 Comments
Soleil
February 5, 2010 at 2:23 pm“If not, I may rock a fierce pair of Rottweiler gloves tomorrow ala Cruella de Vil.”
HAAAAAAAAAA! You are amazing. 🙂
Jansen
February 6, 2010 at 2:33 amHaha, thank you!! 😉