Someday, I will share with you the story of how D and I came to be. The condensed version is: His cousin, Amber, is one of my besties.
Amber called the other day to ask if we wanted to grab dinner because she’d gotten us something for the house. So we met up for delicious Mexican food and she presented us with this:
Amber: I thought it looked like you.
Me: It TOTALLY looks like me, thanks!
Amber: I also got you this, because I thought it would be cute to display your corks in the jar.
Me: *glug, glug, glug*
Me: It IS cute!
Amber: You can write the dates on the corks, and if there was a special occasion.
Me: No need to document my lushiness….
PS – I’m really sorry about the crappy iPhone pics, but
reached up with his freakishly long arms and grabbed our camera off the table and proceeded to chew the lens lid and strap to bits, and what was probably the impact of it hitting the tile floor broke the lens. It won’t rotate or focus and there’s something rattling around in there.
Anyone know if lenses are fixable, or am I buying a new one? Who wants a free demon dog??