Got home and Kayloo had ripped her cushion into six billion pieces. Have you ever seen six billion microscopic pieces of something? Let me tell you what six billion pieces looks like: it looks like a pain in the ass.
Fantastic.
As mentioned, I am frugal. Thrifty if you will. So rather than buy another cushion I decided- in my infinite wisdom- to fix it myself. And this decision cost me roughly 5 hours of my life. 5 HOURS that I will never get back. The vast majority of my Sunday was spent cutting up old shirts, darning (I don't own a sewing machine, which is weird because I should have known that once I hit 30 I WAS GOING TO SEW MORE THAN I EVER HAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE), hunching over a smelly dog cushion and stabbing myself in the finger over and over again.
What is an hour worth to you? $10? $20? $50 maybe? Based on this logic and a little math, Kayloo is now the proud owner of a cushion that is covered in blood, looks like crap and is now worth somewhere between $50 and $250 in labour alone.
Above is a picture of the dogs helping me. I MAY have put the rest of the cut up old shirt on Kayloo and laughed at her out of spite.
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Oh, this is so funny! ;) The things we put up with for our dogs!
ReplyDeleteWe just came over from Twitter to sniff you out. Mom about laughed her head off at this post! We have a blog at http://countrycorgis.blogspot.com/ come on over some time! I think we will follow this blog and on Twitter. Nice to meet you!
ReplyDelete@Michelle Underwood- You're telling me! My dogs have wrecked shoes, mats, lotion containers... if they ever get my cowboy boots I am going to make purses out of both of them...
ReplyDelete@ocmist- THANK YOU for coming over from Twitter! Great to have you :) I checked out your blog... I can't believe you have tarantulas in your parts!
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