|The Granny Stool|
I got myself into the car and we started off...or I thought we were starting off when I found the truck returning to my daughter's house. She had forgotten her Fitbit watch. It really is always something! And it was around 7 in the morning.
We drove into their driveway, my daughter rushed into the house and my son-in-law disappeared around the side of the house.
Where is he going? I asked my husband. The words had not let my mouth before he returned to the car carrying a stool...a blue plastic Granny Stool. Oh my gosh just shoot me now!
NONONO NO! I moaned. Please tell me they haven't gotten a Granny Stool. I don't WANT a granny stool so I can get in the car. No!
I covered my face and began rocking back and forth as though a great tragedy had beset my life.
Darn, darn, darn. I hate begin wounded. I do like being a "granny" but not if that means I need a stool. Darn.
But, as it turns out, I am not proud. I used the stool with as much grace and dignity as I could muster. I am just hoping that this is not a trend. Oh dear God, please don't let this be a trend!
I can relate to your drama around your granny stool. One of my sons has a truck I could not get into, unless I had a granny stool.ReplyDelete
Oh my gosh...I am so glad to have you say that! I often wonder if I am the only one..Delete
The good side? They noticed and are helping you to take good care of yourself. :)ReplyDelete
They are well trained! :)Delete
I feel your pain. We recently used Uber a lot when we were in New Orleans. A few times, we were picked up in large vehicles that I honestly thought I would never heft myself into. Then, there was the worry of how I would get out again. It convinced me that I need to get myself a bit more fit if I intend to travel in the future.ReplyDelete
Getting fit does help a lot! As for getting out...gravity sorta takes care of that. :)Delete