My sister and I don't look like we've be scarred this week, but we have.
Mom calls it a "hair dryer" but I call it a torture device. Did you know that thing blows warm air?! And makes a funny noise? And that Mom grabbed me and WOULD NOT let me go? She said she couldn't go to work with me shivering like that so she held me while I was trying my hardest to get away until my furs was dried.
Then it was Daisy's turn. Oh, boy. Daisy was too quick and Mom couldn't hold her squiggly body long enough to get her furs completely dried. But my silly sister did not have to be dried completely because she wasn't shivering. She was just her regular goofy self.
I tell you, if Mom tries that thing on me ever again, I am going to scream.
I think this guy in the purple should write a song about us and the things we have to go through.
We hope all our friends have a good weekend without baths or blow dryers!