Someone Is Definitely...

on my sh*t list right at the moment.

About two weeks ago, I was determined to find myself some red mittens. Hubs and I went into town to the shoppin' mall and started the search. After hittin' about twelve stores I FINALLY found a pair. No, they didn't have snowflakes on 'em, but I took what I could get.

After comin' back from the grocery store today, I accidentally (and foolishly) left the closet door open a smidge, for about a minute and a half.

When I walked back into the kitchen I found this...

(Notice the dog hair evidence on it)

Guess who had it between her furry mitts, chewin' on it like it was her last meal before goin' to the electric chair?

I swear she must have come down from the ceilin' on wires like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible because there is no way in heck she could have squeezed her butterball self through that door!

Oh and this isn't the first time she's destroyed articles of clothin'. No siree!
I have seen her spring up onto our coffee table like Mary Lou Retton to get at a pair of leather gloves.
Then there was the time my friend came over, removed her leather boots and within five minutes, she had completely chewed off the back of the heel. I had to buy her new boots. I've lost count of how many suede slippers she's eatin' but I'm pretty sure there would be enough for a centipede.

Now I get to look forward to her festive Christmas red "doggie landmines" tomorrow. Lucky me.

I'm so tempted to cram her in a basket and leave her on someone's doorstep with a note pinned to her but I know the next day she'd be back with a note sayin' "She's all yours!!"