One of the perks of having a blog where you share your opinions daily is that over time, people learn what stuff you like and dislike, what stuff you don't have but would like to have, and what stuff you want to a lying face-down on the floor kicking and howling, Oh, the injustice that is my life! degree. Now, my mother-in-law might argue that I had no trouble making my desires known before I had a blog, and that she knew I liked Edward Gorey. But she might not have known that I am, in fact, raising the Doubtful Guest and deserve--nay, am owed-- my own first edition.
Olive is so doubtful guesty that when I went to get my camera to take a picture of this pretty orange wrapping, she'd already run off with the package, cackling.
I got it back before she could do any more damage.
Olive is very fond of peeling rubber off shoes--her own and other people's. If you are sitting next to her and happen to be barefoot and in need of exfoliation, she will try to pick the skin off your heels.
You already know her penchant for book-tearing.
We have no pond for Olive to drop things into, but more than once we have found her beloved Chewy (pictured here in her hand)...
...floating in the toilet.
I had the good sense to put the hand cream up high immediately, but when I went to find it this evening it took me twenty minutes to remember where that up-high place was. With the dishes and Olive's toothbrush, of course.
Thank you, Paula and Bob!
