Bubble trouble

I suppose the true mark of fabulosity is the ability to take a bad situation and make it fabulous. Like last night, when our power went out in a hail storm, Mom gave me a bubble bath by candlelight. Fabulous!


In other news, the standing continues. My parents are assiduously avoiding watching high jumping and pole vaulting on TV, lest I perfect my technique and bust out of this holding cell:

They feign horror at George Bush's human rights violations, yet I am confined here without a hearing or any legal advice -- usually all night long, and for (very brief) periods during the day as well!

--Maddie