Not Broken, Just Bent.

This morning, as I took the dog for a walk, I observed that the spiders had been very industrious in my neighbor's yard. The webs, combined with the light mist we recieved, served to make his yard appear littered with the most delicate, beautiful doilies.
It was as if my sainted grandmother had tossed the linen closet out the window in a fit of pique.