My MIL seems to have injured her back. She walked around the last part of the evening holding her back and trying to stretch it.
"How did she do it?" one might ask.
It seems that I did it to her - by mopping the kitchen floor. Yes, terrible person I did, me mopping in the other room gave her a back injury. Oh the terrible the things I make her sham, oops, I mean the terrible things I do to her. She was fine early in the evening, sitting on the couch as usual. But then I had a burst of energy and picked up and mopped the kitchen floor. By the time that was done and I was ready to mop the family room downstairs, she was hobbling around the living room clutching her back. Does she honestly think I'm that stupid? By the time B. came home she was grimacing and got the sympathy she wanted - until she went to bed and let him know how her injury occurred. We both wondered what damage I'll do to her when I clean the hardwood floors and dust. It could put her in the hospital.
Sigh, yeah right, if wishes were horses. . .
Monday, August 25, 2008
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