Loaded questions

I go to pick up my bottle of Mr. Pibb, looking for its lid. I don’t see it, go to take a drink and the lid was still on the bottle. Jim snickered. He could see what was going on. I did it a 2nd time and then he told me to tell him when I would next take a drink so he can remind me to take off the lid. Ah hahaha. He makes a joke about killing brain cells with substances. I ask if I’ve gotten dumber. Jim chuckles and says that’s a rip-cord he knows better than to pull. It’s dangerous to answer, so he’ll just steer clear of it.
I end up talking about how crazy my mother is. The games she plays with Dad while demanding he be up front with her.
Jim shakes his head.
Then I look at the time and decide to do dishes. It’ll be helpful. Needs to be done. I’ve done it enough times that I don’t think I could screw it up. Then it was time to go.

Jim said we’d let the bike warm up some more while ‘Step n’ Fetch’ made his way down the hill.(Some feeble old man who was moving really slow and rickety) I laughed. Jim asked why I laughed. I’d never head that before: Step n Fetch. Struck me as cute/funny.
"Watch this," Jim said, shutting off the engine.
We silently glided down the hill past Step n’ Fetch quiet and easy. I told him I thought that was too cool.(coasting) "Well, yeah!" he answered. We both laughed.

Tomorrow morning I'm going to see Milo. mum says he yowled in pain yesterday. Poor guy. I'm going to spend the morning with him. Just to be with him and to get an idea of how he's feeling.(To better decide if/when he should be put down) Most of all, just to be with him.