During our recent hotel stay, Allison asked if anyone would like a massage with the new massage tool she found stocked in the bathroom. "Me! Me! I want one!" my oldest daughter exclaimed. She was super excited to be on the receiving end of a massage and couldn't wait! Until I heard "Allison! That is NOT a massaging tool you idiot! Don't rub that on me!" What was this new massaging tool stocked in the hotel bathroom? (No, it wasn't THAT! Get your dirty minds out of the gutter!)
Despite us telling her repeatedly that it was a bar of soap, she refused to believe us. And since we didn't want a massage with that oh so fabulous tool, she gave herself one.
Then proceeded to get ticked when she left it laying on my dresser. Because dogs can't read, they thought it said "Tasty Pet Treat" and chewed it to bits. Have I told you how happy I am to finally be back home?
