this is what my dad had made:
i think about this phrase often these days. like today, when we thought ivy was napping but really she was in the bathroom smoothering $50 a tube of medication stuff for my teeth on her legs like thick sticky lotion. at least once a day (usually many more times) i am left scratching my head wondering thinkgs like- how did that paper trader joe's bag get in the bathroom sink and become full of water? who broke the guess who game? or why are there plastic forks and knives thrown all over our complex's laundry room? (a few of todays other examples)
i concede my title, ivy has taken it over and truly is my destryoing angel.