Coffee table was full. They are (well, were) in a foam clamshell, inside a plastic bag, but on the floor because my table is both miniscule and cluttered.
Monkey wouldn’t mess with 'em.
Oh, man, you must absolutely hate hockey, then.
Doubt he’ll change his behavior, so it’ll be easier to restrict her access instead.
Get a hamper with a LID.
Problem solved … ?
This is awesome. I wish you could be there to witness their reaction upon finding it.
(Where ya gonna put it? I promise, I won’t tell.)
LOL
Aw, jeebus.
I’ve let my howling supervisor go outside, and am snuggled back in bed before facing the day … nope, nevermind, he just came back in.
How does that even happen? If I owe a business money, I am in debt to them. Where’s the fraud part?
(Just idly curious. Don’t spend any more time on my Qs than you want.)
In the “things are improving” category, I took a BIIIIIG gulp of water 1st thing this morning, before remembering that such an action caused great pain the last coupla days … and it was fine!
Much more water-chugging ensued. Such relief. I’ve still felt low-key dehydrated lately, but now that I am not restricted to dainty little sips, I can remedy that!