Mommy Had a Little Lamb

Rack of lamb, anyone?

I recently found my daughters’ dear Lambie (pronounced “Labbie” by Becky, who somehow took it upon herself to liberate and enunciate the silent “b,” even though she doesn’t even know it’s in there) in a puddle of water that had spilled from the girls’ not-so-spillproof sippy cups.  In order to resuscitate the sodden creature by bedtime, I used the rack that came with my dryer.  I was pathetically excited that, after nearly six years in this house, I finally had a use for the giant thing that has been taking up valuable space in my laundry closet.  I’m happy to report that the rack served its purpose beautifully, and Lambie was reunited with its oblivious owners, who didn’t even realize their beloved pet had spent the afternoon in a wind tunnel.  Disaster was averted, Lambie was re-fluffed, and bedtime was peaceful.  Hooray!