To that end, over the last year and a half she has been systematically destroying our kitchen screen door. Oh, there is no stopping her. That's a really cute thought, though.
I suppose hat one of these Saturdays I will have to take the door off, take it apart and pound the screen frame back to some sort of shape with a rubber mallet, which would be a masochistic ecstasy for me, probably.
But WHY? It will all just happen anew.
She's probably tearing your hide-a-bed apart right now out there somewhere, whoever you are.
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