The bright side. Or rather, through the dark side.

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.