Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Bloody refers to the screams that I gave Mommy when she tried to give me a bath. And, did I ever need a bath! Let me tell you about my day. First, I woke up this morning and ate some breakfast with Daddy. I had a fruit bar, which is one of my favorite things to eat for breakfast. In fact, I eat a fruit bar most mornings. Then, Daddy and I checked the internet for news, funny videos, or anything else that Daddy thinks that I should see. Most the time he loads up some pretty funny stuff. Sometimes, not so much. That's when I make a break for it. I hop down, harass the cats and get some serious kissing from Grover, my dog. Mommy got up next and we played blocks. She built towers and I knocked them down. Too funny! We listened to some music and I showed Mommy my lastest dances moves. We danced to The Lemonheads and Golden Smog. Whoa! What fun. Then I took a nap. When I woke up, I had some lunch. We ran some errands and then, and here comes the best part, we went outside!! I threw potting soil everywhere! Daddy gave me a spade and I dug up some stuff. I looked over and saw the compost and ran over to check it out. I picked up some rotting pepper and an old nasty eggshell. Yuck! Mommy made me stop so I found a new way to entertain myself. Puddle hopping. I ran through all the puddles. Then, I jumped and splashed! Don't tell my parents bt I even ate some mud. Yum! I was getting tired so we came inside. Plus, it was time for dinner. I ate a little. Unfortunately, bath time was next. I got to watch a little TMBG on DVD and then it was off to the bathroom. I screamed, cried, and tried to get out the door. My hands were too small so it was hopeless. I succumbed. Thanks a lot Sunday.