I am finally setting up my very own blog. Who knew...just a few years ago the term "blog" meant nothing to me. While I knew it had to do with internet postings, I figured it was only for those computer savvy people out there. Fast forward to present time, and you find me addicted to no less than five blogs which I read religiously and cry when they're not updated regularly.
7.27.2007
it.could.only.happen.to.her.
We have an automatic grill brush like this one. We don't tend to use it since it doesn't work as well as the manual kind, and since it can't be left outside with the grill, it lives on the basement stairs. Today, we came home from the pool, and as l ran up the stairs, she bumped the brush with her foot, turning it on. E ran over to turn it off, and as she bent over to press the red button, her hair got stuck in the spinning bristles. It was really stuck in there- it wrapped tightly between the gray part and the wire bristles, and it took me forever to get out what I could. We had to snip part of it out, but it's not noticeable when her hair's brushed out. Poor thing. Of course it would happen to her.
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