Photohunt: AQUA ...uh oh

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss! Whatcha doing?

KATIE:  Just getting ready for today's photohunt theme.

WAFFLES:  What's the theme?

KATIE:  Aqua.

WAFFLES:  But what's aqua got to do with the faucet thing?

KATIE:  Oh nothing.

KATIE:  ...cue theme music from 'Jaws."

WAFFLES:  Uh oh.

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Photohunt: *QUAGGY*

Hi everyone, Katie here.

So, *QUAGGY*???

What in Cod's name is QUAGGY?  I had to ask Mr. Google for some help on this Photohunt theme. Turns out it means marshy. Not like marshy-mallows. Although that could be tasty. But like *soggy.*

Sadly, Glogirly was not able to capture the TRUE essence of *quaggy* on camera. But I'll share the quaggy story with you anyway.

It should come as no surprise it involves Waffles.

DATE:
Midnight, the night before Glogirly was to fly to BlogPaws.

LOCATION:
Master bath, Townhouse.

THE SCENE:
Glogirly drew a bubble bath. She added some epsom salts to relieve her tired suitcase-packing muscles. Before she could even step into the tub, Waffles decided it would be fun to DIVE into the tub.

Well, it wasn't nearly as fun once he realized he was NECK DEEP in water.

When he started to lick himself like a popsicle, Glogirly panicked at the thought of him lapping up all that salt and perfume. So she scooped him up, stuck him in the kitchen sink and proceeded to rinse him. It wasn't pretty. He squirmed, he howled, he cried like a baby.

It was better than reality TV.

Not What I Meant By *You Need A Bath*

Dear Glogirly,

I have no idea when you're coming home from this vacation-thing you're on.

The Townhouse smells of Waffles and Cat Sitter. I have reason to believe they even took a BATH together.

Surely there must be some sort of law against this.

If the Cat Sitter figures out where you keep the maple syrup, it's all over.

It's been 7 days since Glogirly left me.

Dear Friends,

While Glogirly is galavanting across the country with Gloman, I will continue to post daily updates on my mental state, physical condition and the goings-on here at the Townhouse with Orange Crush and the smelly Cat Sitter. 

Sadly, I won't be able to visit many of my furiends. Please know that I appreciate your visits and comments so very much and read every single one of them. 

What else am I supposed to do while Glogirly's gone?

love,

Katie

Saturday Photohunt *Clean*

If Mr. Clean gets rid of grease in just a minute,
How long will take to wipe out the cat sitter?