The Day I Cried Thinking Life Is a Survival Game: Part 2

What a completely hopeless klutz has right now...

Two wild, tyrannical doggies
A cute macrame bag a friend made for me
A plastic bag
A plastic bottle filled with water

String... string... I wonder if I have any...

Looking at the macrame bag, I realize

This... is all

Just string

And from there, the klutziness was incredible.

The plan to bite off the string from the tassel on the macrame!

Every time someone passes by

I pretend to be a lovely lady, and once they're gone

I repeated this for 10 minutes.

My useless snaggletooth wasn't useless at all. It was a tough snaggletooth.

And so, I obtained a piece of string.

Then, while being dragged along by the max-frustrated tyrant, I took off my flip-flops,

With trembling hands, I somehow managed to tie it on!!!

When I tried walking with it casually...

I managed to make it home in about an hour and a half, walking very carefully so the string wouldn't snap.

Life is a survival game.