NOT According to Plan

I think we can all agree that I like. . . no I LOVE Strawberries. I really do. The ones in the backyard are on the cusp of ripeness and I simply cannot wait. I check them everyday in hope they have turned red. So far they are still quite small and very green,

So IMAGINE my delight when Aunt T came home with a FLAT of fresh strawberries. A flat, for you city dwellers, is 12 baskets. And my oh my! Did they smell heavenly. I jumped and jumped and begged and whines all over the place. Yes, I got some.

This morning I was still a little groggy when the smell of strawberries came wafting over my bed. It work me up TOOT SWEET and I went running toward the smell.

It was odd that I bypassed the kitchen. But I kept on dogging the scent until I was upstairs and in the bathroom. The BATHROOM????? What is up with that? There was Mommy, grinning maniacally and holding an open bottle of this

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Then it all made sense. I was getting a bath. THAT woke me up in a hurry.

The good news is I smell like STRAWBERRIES. The bad news is I smell like strawberries and it is making me HUNGRY!