Scarred for life
Thumper is down for quiet time. Khubz is in full time kindergarten now (a whole separate blog). I go to take the longest, hottest shower of my life. I am pooped but it feels so good.
I finish, get dressed y consider a short nap (what a blissful thought.) I take two steps out of my steamy bathroom y jump back.
Thumper is sitting on the couch. He came out, saw I was in the shower y turned on the tv. Lucky us, it was the rerun channel y the current selection? Cops. Great. Cops.
Time to drop another quarter in his therapy fund. . .
