|The picture of exhaustion.|
I was looking forward to a good long nap and some make-up decadent meals provided by my guilt-ridden family, and what did I get? A good curry combing and an immediate bath—believe me, I wasn't even allowed inside first. When I was done, I insisted on sleeping in the chair. The guilt having properly kicked in, Mom wrapped me in her beach towel, and when I woke up 12 hours later, I was given all the treats I could stand.