And Yet

I have made crystal clear my restrictions vis a vis public bath houses (item 38).  If it is too chilly in my outdoor spa, build me an indoor one rather than subjecting my person to risk of parasites and fungal infections and this laughable anemic dryer.

DryerIt took approximately 7 hours to get me dry, which is several months in Buffy Time, and this is with still-minimal pants on one side.  I could have died of boredom. Pants

Just as well she didn’t get into scissoring the poofy side for symmetry until the following day.  As it was I could easily have succumbed to low blood sugar-induced seizures had we not stopped for a croissant on the way to the park.Wheels

Yes, those are *damp ears*.  And speaking of snacks, the glove box stash is becoming repetitive.

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One Response to And Yet

  1. Dawn says:

    Buffy, you look mah-vah-lous! And, btw, If I owned that self-serve dog spa, I would’ve fainted dead away if you and Jean walked in for a bath & blow dry. Dead. Away. Seriously.