Huskee & Hershey

I have something funny to share with you (although my mom may not find it very amusing since it's at her expense)!! Mom hadn't been sleeping very well lately and this morning was the same. She woke up at 5am and couldn't go back to sleep. As she was lying there and letting her thoughts wander, she stumbled upon what she thought was a 'great' idea. She was suddenly very inspired to make a bed for Hershey when she saw her lying on the bare parquet floor and felt sorry for her. Hershey's been banished from the big bed because it is shedding season again and mom hates to have fur all over the bed/ quilt (more accurately, I think she hates having fur everywhere and anywhere...LOL).

Hershey had been sharing the bed with us and has her own favourite spot. No one assigned her there... she picked that spot herself cos that's exactly where the air-conditioner is blowing!! However, she's not exactly my petite size, so sharing the bed with her means mom always have to contort herself or position herself like a shrimp in order to accommodate Hershey at the foot of the bed. Hence, mom decided that letting her have her own bed is the best solution for all parties concerned.

Fully convinced by no one else other than herself, mom jumped out of bed at an unearthly hour and went to the storeroom to rummage for a piece of shiny pink cloth that she knew she had stashed away in a box. Found the cloth, ironed it (there were 3 years worth of creases), measured it, cut it to the right size and she sat down to work in earnest at 6am.

She started by trimming off the edges and the funny, dangly bits and started to sew. We don't have a sewing machine at home cos mom had never expected that she'd ever need to sew anything except the occasional loose button or hem. So it was down to manual stitching and there was quite a bit to sew cos Hershey's not exactly a midget and mom wanted her to have a comfy bed (mom: so that she'd leave mine alone!!). We lost count of the number of 'ouches' (it was actually a HBO word, but you know, we are a family blog...) we heard each time mom got pricked by the needle but she was still gung-ho about it.

Just as she was begining to feel quite proud of her masterpiece, disaster struck. That stupid cloth, which is made from 'I-don't-know-what stupid material' (mom's own words) F.R.A.Y.S big time!! Her masterpiece was literally disintegrating in her hands and all her hard work was unraveling right before our eyes.

At 8.30am, I solemly declare that her project had FAILED **stifling laughter**.