the dust lather muffin of love

hovers ever near my feet just waiting for an unsuspecting moment to lunge in for an eeek screaming lathering dripping facial or neck slurpification. I try to block but almost always get nailed by her slurpification of love! that or she just likes to watch me shriek and call out her name, DDDOOOPPTY-yyy-eee! nooooooOOOO! no is her new last name. again she patiently awaits her pouncing moment. I work on, brush the spittle from my cheek and remind myself to get over since my work process involves being grundged from head to toe. I need not worry about my slurpification. perhaps I should consider it the pre-rinse cycle.