An unintentional bubble bath was made by two mischievous girls this balmy morning.
I was so pleased with myself for not getting angry.
what else would one naturally do with a 32 oz bottle of a suds producing concoction sitting within reach?
But as I rinsed off the offenders,
I panicked with the closeness of Christmas looming and me with a list as long as a full grown palm tree of what I want to do/make/accomplish before the star appears.