I opened my sliding door this morning and was mortified!! I thought, oh my gosh, an animal got up on my deck and killed or seriously injured something. This is what I saw:
About a foot away I saw this:
About five feet away, I saw THIS:
"Please don't beat me mommy!"
Apparently Miss Martha was trying her paws at dying Easter eggs, but didn't get the memo that you dye the eggs NOT the deck and yourself. Why God, why? Why me? Miss Mildred was an angel. Miss Martha is pure devil. Upon further investigation, this is what I found:
It appears as if a marker was found, and half eaten. Oh Martha, when will you stop?
About a foot away I saw this:
About five feet away, I saw THIS:
"Please don't beat me mommy!"
Apparently Miss Martha was trying her paws at dying Easter eggs, but didn't get the memo that you dye the eggs NOT the deck and yourself. Why God, why? Why me? Miss Mildred was an angel. Miss Martha is pure devil. Upon further investigation, this is what I found:
It appears as if a marker was found, and half eaten. Oh Martha, when will you stop?
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