Jen up early for kickboxing today, as I continue to watch my leg atrophy, she is more capable everyday of kicking my ass, so I shower her with compliments as not to get on her bad list. Her and the kids go to Camilla's house and giant outdoor playground, as Ash returns with a different color shirt. Then her and Lucky skirt off with Maya to the Vet, Ash cuttles with me on the couch, silently begging for me to hop him down the hall for a shot of night night milk. Jen takes a nap too...guess taking care of me is exhausting.
Her and Maya go to Trader Joe's and dad attempts to control the 2 foot little beast. Strike one he tags Maya's bed spread with black chalk. Strike 2 he dumps the cats water all over the food creating a thick mixture of soggy cat soup. Strike three he bolts out the door as he sees Jen's car. Dad has to make a decision. Go for Ash so he does not run in front of the car, or grab the cat which has just seen it's opportunity to bolt out. With some strange crutch jump hop, skip maneuver, I steer him away while hissing at the cat, scaring in back into the home.
Mom puts away the multi-million dollar collection of mostly useful groceries, while dad bathes the kids. Maya freaks when shampoo gets in her eyes. Ash has fun blowing bubbles until he inhales water and decides he wants another look at the pineapple he just consumed, this time floating all over the bath water and smeared on dad's leg. I retreat, capitulating to the mess and go hide until called upon again to resume my three legged pitiful steps and contribute my ninja like movements in an effort to assist.
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