Every now and then you just need to take a break from the serious topics of life to laugh. If you're laughing at a serious topic, in fact, all the better.
The Folks, as you know, are now living in a "regular" apartment. In other words, not senior assisted. Let's review, the MIL can only walk short distances with a walker and is legally blind. The FIL has dementia. So!
The MIL and FIL are attempting to make sloppy joes for dinner. The FIL is given the assignment of opening the joe sauce, which he does successfully. However, in the process of walking to the MIL he drops the jar causing joe sauce to scatter on every surface including the MIL. The MIL is getting frustrated and tells the FIL to just get her the hamburger buns and they'll have to make do with low sauce to meat ratio joes. Well, the MIL can't see the buns and the FIL can't find the buns.
The MIL is reaching the limits of her patience with the situation and starts to "fuss" (which I think means holler) at the FIL who goes running out the door of the apartment. The MIL can't walk and so sits inside the apartment yelling, "Dad! You get back in here right now!"
Happily the FIL returns shortly and they resume eating their dry joes. Ten minutes later, there's knock on the door. The police.
"We got a 911 call that an elderly gentleman burst into the apartment across the hall yelling...
I'M LOOKING FOR SOME BUNS!!"
Sometimes you gotta laugh to keep from crying!
The Folks, as you know, are now living in a "regular" apartment. In other words, not senior assisted. Let's review, the MIL can only walk short distances with a walker and is legally blind. The FIL has dementia. So!
The MIL and FIL are attempting to make sloppy joes for dinner. The FIL is given the assignment of opening the joe sauce, which he does successfully. However, in the process of walking to the MIL he drops the jar causing joe sauce to scatter on every surface including the MIL. The MIL is getting frustrated and tells the FIL to just get her the hamburger buns and they'll have to make do with low sauce to meat ratio joes. Well, the MIL can't see the buns and the FIL can't find the buns.
The MIL is reaching the limits of her patience with the situation and starts to "fuss" (which I think means holler) at the FIL who goes running out the door of the apartment. The MIL can't walk and so sits inside the apartment yelling, "Dad! You get back in here right now!"
Happily the FIL returns shortly and they resume eating their dry joes. Ten minutes later, there's knock on the door. The police.
"We got a 911 call that an elderly gentleman burst into the apartment across the hall yelling...
I'M LOOKING FOR SOME BUNS!!"
Sometimes you gotta laugh to keep from crying!
4 comments:
oh my goodness! that was funny!
Heee... Loved it. Blessings, Debra
I can so relate...you do have to laugh to keep from crying.
LOL! Too funny...but then again..not...:) Gotta smile though.
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