Max, or Maximus as he is affectionately called (he’s fat), just used up a life today. I think this puts him at having only 5 or 6 left. Back in the spring I had my knee surgery and my knee still isn’t at 100%. It always gets sore before it rains. (I should be a meterologist!) Today it’s sore and I have a bajillion things I need to do this morning. I put brownies in the oven to take to our monthly MOMS club meeting and then was trying to herd Sara upstairs to get dressed so we could get out the door on time. Max likes to sleep on the stairs. Usually when he sees/hears someone coming, he’ll get up and move. This morning he heard me coming, opened one eye, gave me cattitude then proceeded to stretch his big ass body across the entire step causing me to miss-step and twist my knee. Pain shot through my knee and I bit my lip so Sara wouldn’t here a fountain of cuss words pouring out of my mouth. &$@!&^#^!!!!!!!!! Needless to say, we got dressed and ready and out the door in time for our meeting/luncheon and I am only slightly limping. Max is hiding. For once he smartened up.