The sewing room has become a mess with all the wedding preparations going on in there so this morning I spent a bit of time tidying up, cleaning off shelves, rearranging 'stuff'.
Imagine my surprise when I noticed this scene:
I don't know what Mr. T. was doing to warrant a dragon attack.
There were plenty of witnesses.
But any questioning was answered by looks like the one above.
(Funny. I just now noticed that girl is wearing the same look I encounter day after day at school....)
One witness had the grace to look horrified.
There were plenty of smug looks.
And a few blank stares.
All I know is, no one's talking.
Perhaps Mr. T. should find a new home.