So, Zoey’s been whining and running in and out of the bathroom for several minutes. I try to hush her, but she won’t stop. I realize she’s not reacting to something in the hall, so finally I follow her into the bathroom, and she brings me over to the garbage can.
I ask her “what?” and she nods toward the trash. “What?,” she nods again … finally I look in the garbage can and her donut (aka, her favorite toy in the whoooole wide world, omg!) was just barely peeking through all the tissue.
I have no idea why she would have dropped it in there, but she couldn’t get it out, so she came and asked me to help. What a little Lassie I’ve gotten on my hands! … Although if it had been Timmy in the well, by the time I started listening to her, little Timmy proooobably would have already drowned. Oops!
In addition to running around town like a crazy person, my dear old Granny PC finally bit the dust a few weeks ago, taking Photoshop and all its photo-editing glory with it. The good news is I have a brand-spankin’ new computer! The bad news is, in the meantime my Photoshop access has been relatively limited, thus holding back the bloggage.
