Last Thursday, my D.R.E.A.D. relapsed. Oh, the agony!
Medical Emergency! oooooo-ga ooooooo-ga! Isolation Booth, stat!!
As I sat in my recliner, the metal bars descended around my recliner, so that I couldn’t share my
cooties germs with the family. So lonely, all by myself.
Then Saturday night, I escaped long enough to bathe PP. Yeah! The prison bars went up, 1/4 of the way. Sunday night, I mopped up the sea of chocolate pudding under the high chair. The bars went 1/2 way up. Monday, I mopped the 3 square feet right in front of the recliner, and the high chair. The bars disappeared totally. Hurray! I was free!