Today was our first excursion beyond the front door as a family (I don't count visiting mom since we hadn't been home yet) and I can see why family life turns you into a homebody. The production was reminiscent of a safari and really demanded native porters and a mounted column- loading everything into the trunk of a car was a profound anticlimax.
Another let-down: instead of crossing the sun-blasted savanna searching for dangerous wild game, we were crossing the sun-blasted asphalt of the hospital parking lot in search of a gynecologist.
Happily the wife is healing nicely. The allergic rash from the surgical tape looks worse than the gash they dragged our boy out of. Also, she lost 20 pounds in 7 days.
I doubt even the most wild eyed body dysmorphic would sign up for that particular crash diet.
On the practical front, we need some kind of sun screening device for the baby seat. The wife may beg to differ, but me hunkered in the back seat holding up a blankie isn't a viable long term solution.
We swung by the DMV on the way home to wrangle some stuff with my mom's car, but a tiny, officious gal with a giant clipboard informed us they close at 3:30, or rather they don't exactly close, but you can't get in without an appointment.
After weighing the relative merits of several threatening quotes from our Governator I settled on I'LL BE BACK as least likely to get me arrested.
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