Saturday, July 17, 2010



So after a perfectly wonderful hour of shopping for jewelry here (sadly, no purchases were made), Mr. Preppy and I went to check on his mom's dogs since she is out of town for the weekend.

When "his" dog, Willy, had an "accident" (a term I use loosely, because I am 100% positive that Willy hates me for "stealing" Mr. Preppy) on my pants.

Yes. My PANTS people. My lovely VS Linen Beach Pants.

Stupid little Q-tip dog.

1 comment:

  1. ew!! what a way to ruin the evening.