How May I Serve You Today?

It's been a month since FIL broke his ankle and for the most part things are going pretty darn well. My BIL, the Unabomber, was dumped dropped off by my SIL. She had volunteered to stay with FIL last Monday, then changed her mind and got the Unabomber to do it. Whatever.

At any rate there have been an extra set of hands here to help out. Which has been great, except that Unabomber doesn't do things the way I would do them.

Gasp!

It's kinda funny, really and I'm learning to let it go. I'm still taking care of certain things because, well, Unabomber won't. But I really hate cleaning up after other people. People who have perfectly good working limbs should clean up after themselves.

I'm just sayin'.

Being at FIL's beck and call means that I visit the grocery store just about every day. It also means he tries to dictate every detail to me.

Hmmmm....who does that remind me of...

He informed me this morning that he is going to get up extra early on Sunday to get cleaned up. I told him I figured he would, being Sunday and all. FIL looked me right in the eye and said, "We are going to early service!"

Really?

And just how do you plan on getting there big guy?

Wheelchair?

Walker?

Hitchhike?

Unabomber doesn't drive and he may be leaving tonight anyway.

It's all good. We knew that FIL would want to go to the early service. His friends are there at that time and just between us, FIL likes all the attention he's getting. Just don't tell anyone.

FIL can be a difficult, stubborn, angry man at times. I'm pretty sure he's one of the main reasons my beloved MIL is in Heaven (she paid pretty high dues for forty-nine years and deserves a break). These past few weeks I've heard things come out of his mouth I never thought I'd hear.

Things like,

Please

Thank you

Thanks

And they say old dogs can't learn new tricks.