Twinkie Strikes

This morning, I went to work alone. (A rarity since Wayne and I carpool to save resources.) I failed to crate Twinkie before I left for work. This was a B-A-A-A-D thing! I realized about 25 minutes out what I'd done, but it was too late to turn around. I could not have made it to work on time. I arrived at work and immediately asked my director if she could get me a sub for two hours (The time it would take to make the round trip including possible cleanup.) I am SOOOO glad I went ahead and went home. Here was my first clue that she had not outgrown her destructive tendencies:

Take one more step into the living room and this is what you see:

And some more pics for your viewing pleasure:

The picture of innocence. Actually, this is the CULPRIT!!! Jail her and seek the most severe penalty allowed under the law!

Needless to say, I was NOT a happy camper! Thankfully, we have slipcovers for the furniture that were not yet on, and I will be able to patch the (one) hole that she made, and put the slipcover on, and no one will be the wiser. Can you believe all that mess is from one hole in a cushion? I thought we weren't gonna have a couch left at all when I first saw the mess.

And now, for what it looked like after several minutes of cleaning:

Whew! I hope this NEVER happens again!!!