First solo day on Boy Patrol.  What a little angel.  Dominic was under the weather too … so we watched movies and “Max and Ruby” ad nauseum.  Now, while I have watched movies such as “The Big Lebowski” over and over, but rarely straightaway in a row.  Silver lining is that I discovered “Big and Chunky” by will.i.am during the screening of “Madagascar 2.”  I am so in love with that song. 

The morning went by quickly.  And my little buddy took a nap, right on schedule.  Why?  Because I am magical.  So magical, in fact, that he managed to pee all over the couch during said nap.  (Damn, that couch really tied the room together, Poppie.)

After the Boy and couch were cleaned up, I asked Sir Dominic what he wanted for lunch.  He advised that food would work.  Not helpful.  I’m the aunt … I don’t have kids … I wasn’t sure what to feed him.  He wound up with “white pasta,” strawberries, yogurt and Gouda.  And water.  I didn’t want those temporary teeth of his rotting out on my watch!  He ate it, so I must have done okay.

The afternoon started out as peacefully as the morning.  We were happy.  Until the phone rang.  All of the sudden, the quacking of a duck tore through our nirvana, announcing the incoming call of Blondie.  No big deal, right?  I knew she was coming home at some point to take a shower break.

How wrong I was.  Somewhere along the 6.1 miles that separates the hospital in SB County and the Sink Estate, Blondie hit a pothole, or something, and blew a tire.  Dominic and I had to act fast and go help rescue Mommy.  This is where it gets good … more to come.