Earlier today I caught Fingers chewing on a drawer knob.

“Bad Fingers!”

He said he didn’t do it.

“It wasn’t me.”

Later I noticed the whole damn knob had gone missing.

Notice the tennis ball, evidence that he does have other
things to chew. Goddamn it.

A few hours later, after I’d long given up the search for the
missing drawer knob, Fingers approaches… looking rather
green.

“I’m gonna puke.”

Yup, he pukes…

…and there’s the drawer knob, or rather what’s left of it.

This is me pondering the puke.

I thought finding “Depression For Dummies” was the best
illustration of my horrific week, but no.

Fingers, you saved the best for last.
.
I hope it’s the last. Please? Mommie?