Sunday Madness

I don't know what happened to mom overnight, but she woke up in a ... a mood! When she realized it was going to be a warm day she started doing stuff. First, she decided that Lucky and I had unfeminine odors. So guess what? You got it. I got a BATH!


And what's worse, the boy was taking PICTURES of me getting washed and rinsed.

Finally, it was OVER. But then mom had to dry me. She rubbed and rubbed with towels until she was sure I was nice and dry. She did not want me to catch cold. Here I am, all nice and clean. Can you tell?

Then it was Lucky's turn. I gotta hand it to Lucky. She saw what was happening and ran downstairs EVERY time the boy took her upstairs. Until mom locked her in the bathroom and dumped her in the tub.

Here is Lucky getting washed. I must say, she put up with it a lot more gracefully then I did.

And here is Lucky getting dried. Because Lucky has an undercoat and an overcoat, mom really had to make sure she was nice and dry. Mom used a lot of towels to dry us off. Then, of course, mom cleaned the entire tub and shower, making it nice and clean.

After that, she decided to fix the center bed support leg that had fallen off. But when dad picked up the boxspring, he moved it straight up, into the light and cracked the light cover (you know, that 12" square glass cover.) Which then fell on his head. Luckily, he did not get cut. So then mom had to vacuum the bedroom. I mean the ENTIRE bedroom. Under the bed (she took the bed apart and moved it all over the room) the corners, the edges, under the radiator and dresser. She moved the night tables, Dad's shoes, the ottoman, she did the closet. NOTHING was safe.

Then she decided that the window was dirty. And she started washing all the windows. Except for the two the sun was coming in. Because then they streak, she explained to the boy.

When she was done with that, and making the beds, and doing the grocery list, she and the boy went to aunty's. And then grocery shopping. Now, let me explain. Dad does the grocery shopping. Mom hates it. But because the guys named Pat were playing (and kicking butt) mom told dad to visit his friend and she would do it. She and the boy, that is. (Today, there were over 200 reasons why dad usually does the grocery shopping.)

They came back, mom started laundry, started cooking a chicken for dinner, brought Lucky outside and brushed her and brushed her and brushed her, then went off to Home Depot to replace the light cover dad broke. She also bought an aerator for the downstairs bathroom sink, (it had been bothering her for a while, spraying) a new light bulb for dad's halogen desk lamp and she bought the light fixture cover.

When she came back from Home Depot, she fixed the faucet, did more laundry, installed the light cover and decided to put up some ceiling compound on the ceiling in the breezeway (to the garage) when she is going to be installing a new ceiling light because it is dark in there, especially if the sensor light doesn't come on.

Then she made peas and stuffing, watched the boy INHALE an entire chicken leg, fed dad, watched the news, did more laundry, made her lunch, cooked me some broccoli and is now helping Mr. Karate.

I don't know what got into her. But I wish it would LEAVE!