My dog had an appointment this morning at the vet's for a teeth cleaning and I couldn't find her leash.
Or any leash for that matter.
We have many leashes.
Where a single one of them is, don't ask me, for I know not.
I had to improvise.
This, ladies and gentlemen, moms and dads, is a purse strap from my Dooney & Bourke tote.
I'm put together.
Next stop, Target. I'm out of baby food. I don't make home made baby food, okay? It's a LIE.
The plentiful glass jars of sweet potatoes were crammed into this tiny, ridiculous slot on the shelf. I swear I was removing what I needed very carefully.
Totally, put together.
F.T.O.P. (First Time Older Parent)