My mom found some old pictures on the computer.
Last fall (2009), I got down and dirty playing frisbee in the mud after a heavy rainstorm. Mud, mud, glorious mud! I got muddy, gloriously muddy...
from the tips of my toes...
to my trendy outfit.
|"Wait, bath?!?! Did you say bath?"|
My mom said that I was so dirty that I needed a B-A-T-H. She tricked me into coming into the bathroom, closed the door, and started the water.
|"Nooooo way! I'm out of here!"|
Oh no, I was not having it! No bath for me. Didn't she ever hear that dirt is good for the soul? I was so out of there!
|*turn and pull*|
(Did I mention that I can open doors?)
|(See all of the dirt that I left in the tub? Gross.)|
My mom caught me. I guess I wasn't quite fast enough. Well, at least I got a fun rub-down after my bath. Plus, now I smell like a beautiful flower, probably lilac and lavender or something.
You should have seen all of the dirt all over the shower, walls, and the floor! And the mud-water in the tub?!?! It was everywhere! I can't believe all of that was on my body ten minutes ago.
Now, that's what I call a successful day!