Ahh... President's Day off!
 
I've been sitting at the puter all morning, catching up on the weekend
FML's, and sending sympathy e-mail to Rebecca, who has to work today,
(heehee), while Baby is tearing through the house like a freight train...
We've got the basket of divorced & widowed socks (no mates) overturned
and distributed nicely throughout the living room, tissue paper from my
daughter's birthday sprinkled here and there, and bath towels & washcloths
all over the place (that's a new skill, he got into the cupboard under the
bathroom sink and yanked 'em all out!)  Glad that's all I keep under there!
 
Anyway, as I'm sitting here, drinking coffee, here comes this wardancing
dooking maniac from down the hallway... He got into the "hair pretty
basket" that I keep close at hand for my daughters, (ages 5 & 7, both with
hair down to their butts, can never have too many hair pretties!) Well,
he's got a big scrunchy around his head with one leg stuck through, and a
velcro hair roller on his hind end!  I try to 'rescue' him from the
attackers, he gives a big hop, and off flies the velcro roller... He turns,
grabs the roller and runs to the kitchen, where I find him flat ferret-ing,
scrunchy still in place, and the velcro roller stuck to his side.
 
I guess he wanted to add a little body & wave to that long hair!  I can see
it now, next he'll be wanting to invite Judy's & Rebecca's furkids over for
a pajama party, complete with makeovers & manicures!
 
Dooks & Hugs,
Jeanne
 & Baby "But Mom, I feel so PRETTY!"
[Posted in FML issue 2967]