The porcelain bus.

So I went to my parents’ the other day for a visit, and they are redoing their bathroom.

They are 62 years old. My Dad has had heart problems. My mom has back problems. And yet they insist on doing everything themselves – everything from laying down the ceramic tile floors to putting in the new toilet and sink to the plumbing and painting. And even though my brother is just one door away and would be more than happy to help them, they refuse to ask for help unless something is exploding. He’s like “I will put in the toilet when I get home from work” so what do they do? They wait til he’s at work and they decide to put in the toilet. BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE.

Anyway. I walk in the door, and there’s Mom, trying to lift the new toilet, while Dad is yelling at her to stop, HE will do it, and I’m like “NEITHER OF YOU IS SUPPOSED TO LIFT ANYTHING HEAVIER THAN 20 LBS WHAT THE FUZZ!” so I do it and now their toilet is in place and I have pulled a muscle in my butt.

August 26th, 2009 Louise Posted in General

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