Terror

Topher's worst nightmare.

So, the other day we decided that Topher was due for a bath.  The fewer clothes he has on, the happier he seems to be, so we figured we were golden.  Not so.  I'd like to post some pictures of what happened during the actual process, but the three of us were so traumatized that all we could think about was getting done and getting him out of there.  For an idea of how Topher reacted, take this picture:

And take his displeasure to the 13th power. That's a start.  I imagine that his conception of the baby bath is something like that chair from the Star Trek episode with the alien abductions:

Don't pretend like you have no idea what I'm talking about.

All the screaming sure tired him out though.  Apparently the key to a good nights sleep is major emotional trauma. That's advice you can take right to the bank.

The other big event of the week was my mom's arrival on Saturday (Megan's mom flew out on Thursday.  Topher did not die in the two days in between.).

Grandmas actually like changing diapers.

The night she arrived, however, we lost power in a major rainstorm.

It appeared that we had a ghost.

But then I took the picture with the flash.

The power went out at 7:30 Saturday night.  We called the power company and their robot told us that they expected it to be back on in three hours.  I called every hour for updates, which were always "We expect your power to be back on in three hours."

This reminds me of the Haunted Mansion

The power was still off in the morning, at which point the robot refused to give any estimate at all of when it would be back.  We did make it to church and stayed for the full three hours.  It was still off when we got home, but finally came back at 2:30.  We didn't lose too many groceries, but we will be buying some supplies for the next time (Like candles that don't smell like Pomegranate).

Just in case this post was a bit of a downer for you.  Here is a cute picture of Topher:

Enjoy