In an effort to stop griping so much about the Dorothy situation, I'm going to limit myself to one whiny-Dorothy moment per every 5 posts. Hopefully I won't have that many gripes, but realistically, I'll simply be writing more often. If I need to vent every week, I'll just have to put some good stuff out here, too. Good - meaning nice or something that makes me laugh, not the kind of good like I promise it'll be interesting.
So this week's bright spot comes in the form of a silver lining.
I had to give Dorothy a shower. That's the cloud part. The dark-middle-of-a-storm-cloud part is while I was bending over to dry the back of her legs that she said (yelled) she couldn't reach because she can't bend over... she bent over. I was confronted by a 77 year old hoo-ha. Blech. As if merely scrubbing her back wasn't gross enough.
The silver lining, you ask?
After seeing her in the buff, my personal body image has skyrocketed. I can finally look in the mirror and think, "it's not that bad." I'm almost sure it has nothing to do with blurry vision after having scratched out my eyes.
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?