Amber & Mommy's Little Helper

I haven't been sleeping terribly well.  In addition to having allergies (still?  in June?) which make me cough all night long, I boo-booed my rotator cuff lifting something about twenty pounds with my right arm fully extended.  (Chiropractor: "Have you been lifting something heavy with that arm?" Me: "Nope." Chiropractor: "Putting a heavy bag up onto your shoulder with one arm?" Me: "No." Chiropractor: "Something where you are sort of lifting it like this or turning your shoulder like this while you hold it?"  Me: "Oh.")

I got about two hours on Sunday night, and then, with the help of my friend Medicine got about four last night, in one hour intervals (11 to midnight, 2 to 3, 4 to 5, and 7 to 8 sitting up on the couch when I was supposed to be dressing).  Needless to say, I am a little sleepy when I first get going.  And by "first" I mean, the first sixteen hours of the day.

So, imagine my sleepy surprise when, midway through my exfoliation, I looked down to discover I had a friend in the shower with me.  It was this guy.

And he sort of did this.



And then he left when I got out the shampoo.  He's clearly not a fan of bamboo and/or lemongrass.

Really, aside from being adorable, the incident was also comforting.  I mean, my shower visitor could have been this guy/lady.

And that would have been bad.