I was hoping Emma Belle would be able to wait until next Friday (when she goes to get a haircut) for another bath. Couldn’t do it…she was smelling like…um…a rather ripe dog. So this morning I got her into the bathtub and gave her a good scrubbin’. I half dried her off and let her loose, and she promptly jumped up on the couch and got behind the pillows. She’s apparently very vain, and thought she didn’t look good wet, so she was hiding.

On our way to run errands K wanted to stop by the mall and get a few new clothes. Thank God someone at the store K shopped in knew the LAST thing a man wants to do is clothes shop with his wife, so they set me up with my very own “man lounge”:

Seriously, if any of you are in retail, this will endear you to all the husbands who get drug along. Goin’ to our luau in just a few minutes, then a freebie jazz concert. See ya….
S