Our constant fear with the oldies is another fall. He's broken both hips. She's had a hip replacement and bashed her head in over the piano. So guess what I did today? Oiled the hardwoods in the kitchen!
Now before you think I am cruel or wicked, let me explain myself. My hardwood floors are destroyed. I have warned them repeatedly that this needs to be done. I have kept a clear, dry path for them to get to the refrigerator. I have gone into the dungeon to warn them about the slippery spot. I have put a big sign up that says, "WARNING!" I'm considering flares. What's one more fire?
They haven't come out to fry up lunch yet but it should be soon. I'm on stand-by to call 911.
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