What Next?

My sweet daughter called me last week to tell me that she broke her wrist learning to snowboard. This was on Thursday and the only good thing about it was, the 2 1/2 year old grandbaby would be spending the next four days with her father. At least Miss B would have a little time to recuperate.

Last night I talked to my son's girlfriend and she told me JC had broken his foot the night before. Something about the bed not moving when it came into contact with his foot.

I'm beginning to wonder if I should sequester myself in a padded room for the next couple of days. Of course, broken bones are not infectious, let's just hope they're not hereditary either.