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No, not what you’re thinking.

Okay, so The Cop and I go to Target after dinner because I want a ball to roll under my back. I was thinking one of those small play balls. I tried a soccer ball, and it was the right size, but too hard.

At Target we found a red ball that was the correct size and a blue ball that was the right material. I decided to get both, since they cost less than $3 each. I figured the red one would probably be the correct one for back rolling.

At the cashier, The Cop asks what the ball is for and I tell him it’s to drape myself over. “Doesn’t that sound good?” I ask. He responds by draping himself, front-first, over the ball as it lies on the conveyor belt of the cash register. This is hilarious, because the cashier has no idea what he’s doing as he drapes his 6’2″ frame over the ball, arms outstretched on the conveyor belt. I couldn’t get my phone out fast enough to get a picture.

We get home and The Cop bounces the blue ball. Maxine, decrepit old lady that she is, springs into action and attacks the ball. She can’t get her mouth around it, though, so the ball is safe. I bounce the red ball. She springs, and I hear, “Pop! Wooosh!” Yeah, that’s the air coming out of the ball.

Maxine looks up happily and goes into the kitchen for dinner.