Sometimes You Just Have To Have The Last Word

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This old gal…

Thought hmm…husband’s damaged ankle…time to rest…time to lay low…time to have time…to clean the house a bit…but she…was wrong…dead wrong…can’t walk…can’t go out…means aren’t grabbing food on the go…

Means…one of us is suddenly cooking three meals a day…means…getting groceries…running errands…meal prep…time to eat…dishes rinse repeat…then the patient..with the proverbial bell…can’t walk…needs this…or that…needs ankle rubbed…to keep the swelling down…

But as healing began…so did boredom…one of us watching from the window…all those tasks…calling calling calling…so boot or no…pain or no…it was on the go…slower…hobblier…cane…walking shoe…off to Menard’s we went…to find a way…to fix that blasted sidewalk…the causer of all things twisted and sprained…

Cuz one of us…come do or die…was going to have…the last word…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…