Okay......We've all done it haven't we? Let me tell you my latest "Fo Spaw."

No secret that I had a disastrous trip over Christmas where my mother-in-law was a complete pain in the ass. We have never really gotten along and this trip ended the relationship pretty well for good. Some of it was my fault and some of it was my fault unintentionally....like laughing at the wrong time. But let me explain..........

Clarence (my mother-in-law) was telling a story about her grandmother, a story Karen knew well. Now if I were to tell the story it would go like this: Elmer was her oldest child and when he got rheumatic fever it literally destroyed his heart and he was always a very sick child. He lived to 18 because Grandma took great care of him, tending to his every need. She had come from a pretty refined family but took to the life of a frontier woman readily and they lived a very hard scrabble existence in South Dakota. In Elmer's last days she managed all of her chores and yet stayed almost constantly by his side and he died in her arms.

Now folks, that kind of story evokes some sincere emotion and perhaps even a tear or two....BUT....When Clarence told it one evening she was 3 sheets in the wind and rambling. When she finally got to the end (the part about dying in her arms), instead of saying what I did, she said: She gave him an enema and he died in her arms...then she went out and milked the cows...............I busted a gut laughing!

Okay, maybe I was wrong to laugh, but ferchrissakes..........Makes me think twice about wanting an enema I tell ya'!!! It's the "Enema of Death" available today at your local Rexall Pharmacy! And what the hell did the friggin' cows have to do with it? I mean, I know what she meant...the chores had to be done and she did her best to care for Elmer, but an enema, a death, and a cow milking, in one sentence had me in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. I tried to apologize and explain it to her, but frankly, I couldn't stop laughing.................

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