For the past month we've had to watch where we put our stuff, because Genie likes to eat the computer mouse, socks, shoes, shirts, blankets, books, plates, cups .... everything left within reach.
I'm not used to it. I just throw my stuff down and forget about it, because I'm a man. When I can't find it, I blame karma or the dogs. Can't someone else keep track of my stuff?
Last night I put my glasses on the table right next to me and started reading a book. Genie grabbed them and a little bit later, Sheryl found them on the bedroom floor, mangled beyond repair.
This morning I went to All About Eyes. I got my new glasses there a year and a half ago and I was really impressed with their staff and prices. I didn't know I had a warranty on the glasses and the replacement cost was a lot less than I thought it would be. I even had enough cash left to buy Sheryl a venti soy latte from Starbucks.
So. Genie. You and I gotta start seeing eye to eye on this eating stuff business. We need to talk. Now.
But first let me put my glasses in a safe place