Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Not An Instrument Of Torture After All

I've been wondering what that was on the table that daddy brought in earlier.

He said it was a present that he was going to show me later. Must admit as presents go I didn't think much of it, just wasn't too excited, looked like an instrument of torture to me.

Turns out later was just now and I do think much of it after all. It's a back massager!

Oh the joy as daddy rubbed it up and down my back. I loved it and for some reason after I got a massage I also got a big handful of Dreamies as a present for being good. It's my lucky day today.