I’ve had a productive day. I worked on customizing this site and did a little work on my author’s page for my non-fic. Everything is still a work in progress for me. I also downloaded the contemporary romance I pulled off of Amazon a long time ago for a rewrite. The idea is good, the story needs serious work. I knew that when I put it out there. I needed a test subject to toss out there to learn how the whole process worked so I produced one. This book showed me a lot of what not to do as well as a lot I needed to know. Now, it’s time to give the story new life and make it what it should have been the first time around.
I also gave the fur babies a bath which doesn’t sound like much. Right, tell that one to the Princess. Hurricane Alley hates baths.
“I’d rather stink!”
As usual, I had to grab her, toss her in the shower stall, and close the glass door before she knew what was happening. If I hadn’t, she would have dived under the bed for the next few hours and, no, I can’t get her out of there. The bed’s too low. Anyhow, I tricked her and committed high treason in Allie’s opinion.
After the deed was done, I laid her on grandma’s lap swathed in nice, soft towels where she lay for the next hour in a semi-catatonic, traumatized state. Right. Where she lay playing her betrayal for all it was worth. It didn’t matter she smelled and felt better. In her eyes, I was Poopy Mama and she wanted nothing to do with me. Forget the puppy kisses, she wouldn’t even look at me.
Her brother isn’t nearly the drama queen. Not about baths anyway. He likes them. In fact, he waits impatiently for his turn while his sissy is getting tortured. My only problem with Stinky is he likes to stick his nose under the shower stream. Maybe he likes to hear himself snort. I don’t really know. I do know he likes to “dance” when his bath is done. Don’t ask. It involves a lot of cheek on the rug, heinie in the air moves that make him happy. I can’t argue with that.
“Who cares if I’m flipping my bed…It’s bath time!”
As I’ve already said, it’a been a productive day. In between the computer work and washing the dogs, I managed to finish the laundry and put it away. I also squeezed a two and a half mile walk in before dark. While it was pleasantly windy when I began, dark clouds started rolling in before I got home. Dorian is starting to make his presence known. Since I don’t know what will happen over the next day or so, I’m not sure when I’ll update again. Soon, I’m sure.
In the interim, I have a book to rewrite and web pages to design so I’ll be busy whether I have electricity or not.
Until next time,
Calla
Tori Lennox Author 