Captain Bathtime

Samantha had her first non-monkeyfriend baby shower this weekend in San Antonio and I stayed home. Mojo had a soccer tournament and I had to work Sunday. When Samantha returned I got to see all the sweet loot that Sheridan had received. Although we came up empty on the plasma TV and the matching Rolexes, we did get two strollers, a bouncy seat, and a ton of clothes. I haven't seen Sheridan yet, but it's going to be pretty hard for her to not look like the most adorable child in the universe in her new outfits. It got me thinking about switching my entire wardrobe to just onesies with kitties and ducks on them. While contemplating how cute I would look with attached footies on all my pants I put the strollers together. Assembling them was much easier than I thought, especially with a helper cat.



Unbeknownst to Samantha and me, Christmas Frog went online before the shower and registered for an old friend of his, Captain Bathtime.



They served together in the Frog Foreign Legion after both flunked out of the manager training program at Burger King. Christmas Frog was delighted that Captain Bathtime made it to our house and they began to reminisce about old times. The two spent most of their time in the Legion stationed in Greenland since instead of regular frog skin, they have warm and fluffy coats. They regaled us all with tales of week-long games of Chutes and Ladders, making crescent roll hot dogs, and those unforgettable Greenland sunsets. Apparently after they went their separate ways the Captain worked as an extra in some of the most successful films ever. He brought copies of a few for us to watch:

Croak and Dagger
Reservoir Frogs
A Ribbit Runs Through It
Crouching Mojo, Hidden Shoulders

When he showed us the last title, Shoulders (being the screenwriter and cinematographer on that film) remembered the Captain and became irate. Apparently, Captain Bathtime was very critical of the screenplay and openly questioned why he was not allowed to eat Shoulders. Shoulders is probably very tasty (being young and tender and such) but like most of us, prefers not to be eaten. The Captain threw some garlic and oregano at Shoulders and a fight seemed inevitable. I wish I could tell you how Shoulders triumphed in the face of adversity this time.



The evening concluded with an epic stroller race