My camera is busted, which is a shame, because today we reached a new low in grooming here at the derro-fabulous Mogantosh ranch.
Ivy, Ted and I spent a funny half-hour on the deck this afternoon playing with big bowls of water. I refilled them a lot, in crazy colours, because sometimes I'm Fun Like That. And, crucially, because I thought food colouring just washed off.
Ivy and I spent an especially long time squirting Teddy all over the hair with little baby Panadol syringes. He likes to be a fun puppet for the ladies. I let Ivy squirt me in the face, and then I called an end to the party and hauled everybody off to the bath.
Where the stains didn't come out.
What the what?
Ivy and Teddy have preschool and daycare tomorrow. He's got greenish hair and a stripe down his nose, and she has multicoloured streaks all over. Plus, she reached five stars on her Rewards Chart, and got the current favourite prize from the box- a sheet of temporary tatts. No prizes for guessing the design...yes, skulls and crossbones all over her stomach.
Me, I scrubbed off OK, except for a faint blue tinge all around one eye. It doesn't look good... for Keith's standing in the local community.
I have to do some work in the library tomorrow, where I already have a bad reputation. Possibly, they may look a little more kindly on me now that they know I'm a battered wife, struggling to cope with an early-onset psychiatric disorder in the family.
And on that topic, thanks all for your kind words yesterday. I'm on Team Ivy too, all the way. (To the locked ward. )