My husband invited me out to dinner.
I went shopping for the event,
and bought this necklace:
I felt pretty fashionable,
but my necklace kept crushing my food.
And my chest. And my vertebrae. And my soul.
I begged my dog to chew up my new necklace.
She laughed…and chewed leftovers, instead.
Moral of the story:
It’s not the outside that counts.
What’s inside the doggy bag is what counts.
Published on October 12, 2016 02:00