Platsch! (original) (raw)
July 15 2008, 11:43
Dear Mischa,
You know that I love you. I appreciate that these warm summer days must be trying for someone with your hardy Northern constitution and lush pelt. I can't imagine that many things feel better than unexpectedly flinging yourself down in a large cool mud puddle while we're out walking. Unfortunately you have to realise that covering yourself in mud means you will be washed when we get back home. No matter how much you hate it. No matter how much you wriggle, no matter how much you cower: you will be washed.
Given the inevitability of this torture, I hope you'll forgive me if I take a certain sadistic pleasure in it.
Love,
me.