... you're awakened by a persistant *nibbling* on your toes at 3:00 am
and you're given "the look".  So you stumble out of bed and head for the
bathroom while a little white blur races you there.  You throw a towel
over the side of the tub to allow "her highness" to enter the tub, you
turn the water on at a drip (water bill be damned!) and stumble back to bed.
 
I hope I at least get a Certificate of Merit for this.
 
Humble Servant to the Royal Family of Eight
Tonia
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[Posted in FML issue 2584]