Finished

I was tortured last week. First Mom lured me into the bathroom.

Oooh. A trail of chicken! Yes, please.

Then she tricked me into the tub and gave me a bath!

There was splashing and shivering…

…water pouring, crazy amounts of soap suds, 5 entire minutes of standing still covered in sweet smelling conditioner…

…and 3 giant towels.

I tried numerous times to shake the bath off of me, but only succeeded in sharing a little of the bath with Mom. And the walls. And the floor. And the vanity. And the door.

One thing I know for sure is that it was my LAST. BATH. EVER. I could tell because the shampoo bottle is empty.

No more shampoo = No more baths

That’s what it means… Right…?

Mom finished her most recent story. She wrote it and wrote it, revised it like crazy, sent it to her critique group, and then revised it like crazy all over again. Now it’s finished. I’m pretty sure it’s her LAST. STORY. EVER.

That’s what it means… Right…?

Wait. What?

Aarrrgh. She’s starting a BRAND NEW story!

*gulp* Does that mean…..

Oh no!