It’s OK, You Can Drive

So, my mom-in-law refused to fly, so if she came down from New Jersey to visit, it meant we had gone up to get her.

We would split the driving, usually.

Of course, one trip, someone decided to load some extra stuff in the car. As she wandered out of the house with a blanket and some pillows, she missed the edge of the step. (“Down goes Frazier!”)

Now, it’s officially a “road trip”.

Off to the ER we go. It’s just a sprain. Whew. She didn’t have to do too much paperwork because they found her in their records. Sad.

I did all the driving, while someone sat in the back with her feet up.