I trip going up the stairs to my building and narrowly miss having reconstructive surgery on my face. Great.
After a charming visit with my dad and grandmother, I come home to find this:
I swear to God, if Magic wasn't already on his death bed, he would be strangled.
Look at him. He knows what he did.
1 comment:
The damage to those shoes makes me want to cry. LOOK how cute they are. Were? I can't even handle the past tense...
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