There's a dirty little secret at Casa Knit Think. One that I've tried to ignore. But I can't pretend it doesn't exist any longer.
Our household is under siege by a homewrecker.
Yes, a homewrecker. Someone doing her part to destroy a lovely, peaceful household. Not a trophy wife type at all--in fact, she's right around 56 years old. Although I have to report she looks far younger, and I know for a fact she's had no work done, but for the occasional haircut. And some nail work. I guess I would have to report some jealousy on my part--I'd like to go to the spa as often as she does. The rest of us age at an appropriate rate, while she maintains her youthful looks and figure with little to no effort--and, I might add, with quite the healthy appetite.
Her endless need for attention and insistence on being the center of any grouping of humans in her vicinity has caused home-wide damage. And there she sits, claiming no responsibility, as if she doesn't really understand or even know the carnage she's caused.
There she is, sitting on the very scratches she's inflicted on one of the many doors in our home. Look at that innocent expression! How can I not interpret that as mocking me??
Fortunately, the males of Casa Knit Think, particularly DH and Teen 1, are not only pretty much immune to her act, they also have mad woodworking skilz and are repairing the damage.
Take that, Gracie.
But...maybe I should give her a treat. Just one...