Julep has been a very bad girl this year. She has interesting taste. One minute she will steal $8.00 Gouda cheese off the counter and eat it in its entirety, while in the other she has unwrapped a tampon and treated herself to an afternoon snack.
Keeping with the Christmas season, my little southern belle took it upon herself to investigate some gifts under the tree that were not hers. Can’t she read the label?
Perhaps hubs should not have wrapped my favorite chocolate bars (numerous times and then again in wrapping paper) and placed it under the tree. She thoroughly enjoyed ripping it apart and frolicking about with the aluminum foil, as if it were the squirrel outside she’s been pining after for months.
She ate them all, including the wrappers in about 30 seconds when were were in the other room….
and then at exactly 6:11 AM she threw it all up.
Merry Christmas, you bad, bad girl.