|Against my better judgement, I let Peanut (attempt to) carry the plate in from the car.|
Yep, those are the acorn doughnuts from this afternoon's post.
|All that work into the garbage. Poor Belle cried.|
And here is poor Tom after the 10 minute car ride in Belle's care.
|His once flawless complexion is battered and bruised, an eye is missing and beak half broke.|
Oh well, there is always next year:) I'm off to ebay now to hunt down a replacement for the brown toile plate that housed the acorn doughnuts. It was part of a set that was handed down to me from my grandma...saddest of all to see that broken. It could have been worse though. Anyone else had a day like this?