A few weeks ago LG confided in me that he had fallen in the shower.
He had a boo-boo and I wasn’t very sympathetic.
“How old are you?” I asked. “70?”
Then, just days later, I fell in the shower
and he was so sweet about it.
I did fall way more violently
as there were cleaning agents and a trash can involved
Sometimes I know I got the better end of the deal.
I am so glad that there are those times
to even out the ones when I wonder
what the heck I was thinking.
Love you LG!
And I hope we got our falling out of our systems.
Because if this happens when we are 70 or more
one of us is going to end up in the nursing home.