Hi all:
 
I'm a long time lurker on the FML and haven't posted in well over a year,
if longer.  My computer has crashed enough times that the tape backup I had
went corrupt.  I've lost everything this last time.  Bob C - I've lost my
gravy recipe... again.  Could you email it to me?  Pretty please?
[I sent it.  BIG]
 
Bob's mention of pant legs in the last FML brought a recent event fresh
into my mind again.  We had our fuzzies home for the weekend and were doing
all the maintenance work... ears, toenails and of course, baths.  I love
that low necked, flat headed glare I get every time I start shampooing the
ferret.  There are so many messages in that look... all of them making it
very clear they're going to get even with you.
 
My son, Bobby, was helping me while my daughter watched the gang out in the
living room.  Our kitchen is completely blocked off because they can get
under the cabinets.  We had just finished bathing his 'special favorite',
Trixie.  I took drippy Trixie and plunked her in my sons hands and the
towel went over her head and she was briskly and quickly rubbed free of all
the excess water.  I had just rinsed my hands off when I turned back in
time to see Trixie wriggle free of the towel and launch herself up to my
sons shoulder.  She instantly got her nose under the t-shirt and zipped
down to where it was tucked into his pants.  There, she started doing warp
speed laps around his waist, pausing about 3/4 of the way around each time
to shake vigorously.  Then she somehow managed to get her nose under the
waistband of his jeans and was off.  Now these jeans were not tight, but
they weren't loose either.  Bobby's eyes about popped out of his head and
he made this really odd noise and did a very passable war dance himself.
Since Trixie was already shaking and digging around his knee, he managed to
get his leg over the barrier (which is about 40" high) and deposit Trixie
on the floor on the other side where she could freak out with the rest of
the gang.  Just had to mention that.  She's been trying to climb 'up' his
pant legs ever since.
 
Caryn
[Posted in FML issue 2801]