Monday, 6 July 2009
Back in the day when I was half my size (aged about 5 months old Mumzy tells me) I enjoyed relaxing in a soothing bath, being massaged and washed lovingly by my adorable family.
Then something happened.
I grew and grew. I would try to exit the bath gracefully but somehow I'd find my face flat on the floor, my legs still in the bath and my spine contorted half pretzel like.
Not pretty and defiantly not at all the graceful exit I am renound for today (!!??).
After repeating this a few times and Mum turning a paler shade of white at the sheer horror of her only son being permanently twisted or broken even, we came to the conclusion that a shower might be easier on Mum and I both (not to mention safer!)
So here I am. LOVING my showers, smelling like a fricken rose and getting the quality time I deserve with the love of my life!
So maybe Aunty Izzy was right when she said, " Tall people get it all". Hell Yeah!
This is Braise, signing off till later. (don't miss me too much) (yes I do have an attitude today, but, I'm tall, so I can:)