Eat the strap off of my Crocs (I had put them IN the chair, and pulled the chair up under the table. Bree is now too tall to walk under the table, so I thought they were safe.)
Haul all the LEFT shoes outside. Not chew on them, but take them outside.
Take a ball of cotton yarn (brand new!) outside and strew it all over the yard. (I think Snips did this one, because, again, Bree just shows no interest in yarn. Snips has a history...)
But the worst thing? The absolute *worst* thing? Yesterday, Bree ATE MY BIBLE.
I had left it on the coffee table - granted, it doesn't belong there. I'd done it before, though, with no problems. When the kids got home, the backyard looked like a library had exploded....paper was *everywhere* When I got home, I surveyed the damage....looks like the Torah pretty much escaped (thankfully - all my notes are still legible!) Matthew and Mark are....well, parts are missing. The covers are pretty much gone - with LARGE teeth marks all over them, so I can't blame Snips for it. :grin:
I guess she took this Sabbath's lesson to heart: "Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every Word that proceeds from the mouth of God"........:weak giggle:
I need to find another copy (it's the Complete Jewish Bible, so not every store carries it) and transfer all my notes. At least I'll be able to refresh my memory........:sigh: