There are some things we are just better off NOT knowing. Last week, mama reported that she had a date with the man who came to fix her hot water tank. I’m always perplexed how the jump from “You need a new heating element” to “Let’s hop in the sack” happens…it all sounds like the plot to a low budget porno to me.
At any rate, she called last Saturday all doe-eyed and gushing over this handsome fella. “He’s a master certified RV repairman!” Well, get him to the altar! You don’t want to be caught unprepared if the shower backs up in the Winnebago!
Now, here’s what I am thankful for. At some point between her gushy Saturday call and Monday morning, she wound up in the hospital with stroke-level high blood pressure. Once that was under control, she, for reasons unclear to me, was sent to the Mental Health Crisis Unit.
AND SO WAS HE!
That’s right…for reasons unknown to me, both mom and her date ended up at the Crisis Center. She checked herself out and went home. (Actually, she went and spent the night with ANOTHER man, but again, the details of that are unknown to me.) Her original date is STILL a patient there.
For my ignorance on this matter, I am truly thankful.