A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Showing posts with label We're not talking about driving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label We're not talking about driving. Show all posts
Thursday, October 28, 2010
We're not talking about driving
"He has a hard time steering the old thing" Mom's description of Pop peeing and missing the toilet bowl.
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