Thursday, October 4, 2007

Oh, look, a gift from your Mom

Chris' parents are very practical people. Practical people give practical gifts. No complaints here. It's how we got our paper shredder.

The paper shredder was really novel at first. Who knew we could turn into kids in a candy store just by watching the simple act of our electric bill being chewed into a million pieces.

And then the staple hit. Literally. Shredders don't handle staples well. At all, actually.

And that was the end of our shredder.

Poor Chris, he's been ridding of our secret documents and bills by hand lately.

But this morning, we had a great idea:
And now the little dog has a new chore. (I knew he'd be good for something...)

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