Come December my picture will be on the wall of the local library. It will have the feel of an 1800’s wanted poster complete with a bounty. Why? Until recently my local librarians loved me. My holds and inter-library loans have kept our small branch’s circulation hopping, this makes the librarians happy. When you turn in books late, this makes them sad. When you turn in books that the dog has chewed the cover off of, this makes them mad. And if you should turn in 5 or 6 books that your 2 year old took a permanent marker too… Well that is heart attack material
Oh the carnage! It wasn’t enough to decorate the covers of the books, nay. My darling had to open the books and periodically scribble and swirl across words and pictures. Entire paragraphs have been obliterated by the fat Sharpie marker. No one can account for where she found the marker. All we know is that it is not MY fault and Troy staunchly believes it is not HIS fault. We both thought the other had her in view. During the ensuing mayhem she not only damaged books but managed to refinish my night stand, the floor (no crying over this we are putting wood down soon), herself, the bed skirt, the DOG, the wall as well as several other things.
For now I am reading the pages I can, budgeting to buy the damaged books and preparing for my lending privileges to be revoked. How can something so sweet be so darn evil?
she looks exactly like my 2 year old Kayla and I’ve had that same issue recently! Too funny!(and not so funny at the same time)