Christmas Hangover

Gotta love the aftermath of Christmas. Mom left all her new clothes on the chaise in the extra bedroom and it was a SMORGASBORD of plastic from price tags for me to feast on. She was not happy about me chewing them up. I don't see what the problem was, I was removing them for her! She thought she could outsmart me by turning the clothes over, thus "hiding" the tags. My superior skills took care of that little problem. Gotta make more mischief now...