my name spartacus. it's the hot time and my blogging slows down during this time cause the heat make me hot. so i do everything slow, like blogging.
today my daddy tricked me into taking a bath. he called me into the waterbowl room using his i just dropped a piece of sausage voice and i ran into the little room with him. then, like when my parents watch something scary through the magic window, the door closed behind me and my daddy laughed maniacally and the room tilted sideways and lightening flashed through the window... well he did close the door.
let me give you a bath tip; don't fight it. the less you fight it, the sooner you get it over with. i just stand there and it's over before i know it and it's really not that bad after you get use to the water. and at the right moment you can shake and soak your daddy or whom ever the henchman happens to be. i got my daddy good and after he toweled me off he had to take a bath too.
then my sister let me out and i ran around like crazy. who needs a blowdryer with this kind of speed?! is that fresh poop? gtg!
