See what I mean? And did you see my brothers in the other room? They tried to rescue me! Oh, sure, they stopped to get in some play moves here and there, but most of the time they were trying to break the door down to save me! They're so brave! Storm was on the bed, directing their efforts. Here's a vid Dad took from their side of the door:
I just know if I had directed my screams toward Minne-snow-ta, my very handsome boyfriend Brice would have run down to help. He's not just handsome, he knows how to open doors! Isn't he wonderful? Oh... but back to my horrible day.
After the shower, I went out on the deck. It was in the upper 70s, with 20-30 mile and hour winds. Mom had just bathed Zimmie and it only took him about half an hour to dry. Well, I was out there over an hour with Mom and I was STILL wet. Have I mentioned my thick coat lately? Anyroo, I was tortured with towels and a brush and a comb and everything for SO long. Sigh. It was horrible. Finally, it was time to go in (sorry for the noise the wind makes!):
I'm not one to hold a grudge, really. Oh... did I mention Zim woke Mom up at 0200 this morning to take him outside to go potty? And then when they got in, I said I had to go real bad, too. So when Mom took me out, Zim stole her pillow and I piddled real fast then came in and demanded a cookie. Hee hee hee.
Pictures of the aftermath tomorrow. Sigh.