Pleasing the Unpleasable

[britpoptarts]

This week, my Mom's car battery died. I've been tapped to be her chauffeur. She has kept me waiting for her for a MINIMUM of twenty minutes each time, and a maximum of an hour and a half. This morning, I was ready to come get her fifteen minutes early and she pushed the time (for me to leave the house to fetch her) up to 8:15. It's five minutes

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Another grafalloon

[anonymous]

Did the same thing with the fall on Father's Day holding my son in the parking lot of a restaurant. Fell, ironically, off the edge of a handicap ramp! It wasn't painted. Asphalt ripped right through my pants, but fortunately I flipped over protecting my little bear cub. (Growl.) We have bandages, and tape, and a nifty looking lace-up foot brace I got at the orthopedist's when it got to the point I thought I'd broken it. So, they x-rayed me and turns out I'm in the pre-condition of fallen arches. So, I'm all about comfy shoes these days. Still need to go get some custom inserts made. I'm actually glad I fell because I knew I needed some inserts, but did not know I had this condition. A happy accident, you could say. Still, I feel for you. The scrapes hurt!

Sorry about your mom. We're still baby feeding and waking up usually at that time. John teaches "night" (sort of) classes and goes in a little late or he could have taken her.

Wait, does this arch thing mean I need to start wearing thongs in the shower? I slipped once getting in not long ago, but I thought it was just because I'd gained so much weight from the pregnancy and insulin resistance. Different center of gravity, for sure. Maybe it's the arches? Man, I'm falling apart! ~Pam

Re: Another grafalloon

[britpoptarts]

I wear thong shoes in the shower has nothing to do with my strange ancles and arches, I do it because the shower is 60 years old and I don't like stepping on rust, flaking paint and goodness knows what else. The nice bath/shower combo upstairs is out of commission due to a buggered "drum trap" or some such, which will cost a couple thousand dollars to repair and require not only a plumber but a carpenter to replace the ceiling after the plumber saws through it to reach the goddamned drum trap thing.

The shower is for short people who hate good water pressure. The showerhead sort of spits on my chest, so to wash my hair I have to duck.

Also, I share the shower with a small green frog. I'd take him outside, but he hides until I am completely naked and covered with wet soapsuds, and THEN jumps on me and flees to parts unknown.

I'm going to name him if this keeps up. Right now he is just Wee Frawg.