Thursday

My day of teaching, complete with its long commute to Tuscaloosa and back, started out early this morning with a chicken who needed a bath. I’m exhausted! So, I’m going to practice what I preach and take the night off to catch up on sleep and recharge my batteries.

I’ll leave you with what happened after the aptly named Cleopatra had her spa bath and blow dry.

Bella: “Mom! Mom! Sheez on my couch!” Some outraged squawking followed.

A little bit later (after treats), Bella: “Ok, I guess sheez all right. Can stay.”

We never underestimate the power of a good snack around here.

We’re in this together,

Joyce