Well, God has to have a sense of humor, and if he does, he must be rolling with laughter right about now. He matched us well when he put the two of us together, but Miss T is about to break our rules and our sterile spirits. Tonight, we let Miss T feed her dinner to herself!
Gasp! I know! All of you must be in the same panic we were! OK, maybe you weren't, but we were absolutely twitching. Let it be clear that this was done with the premeditated plan of dropping her in the tub as soon as she was done and we conducted this torture treatment (to us, not her) in the dining room at Grammy's house. Dinner consisted of roast beef, mashed potatoes and butternut squash.
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