Weebles Wobble And They Don't Fall Down Is A Lie

I apologize that Whine has been sorely neglected this path month.

One day, Ma decided she had to go to the bank. She had to go to the bank at that very minute. Did she call a taxi? Nope. You have to pay for a taxi and tip the driver to boot. Both Weebles are so tight you can hear them squeak when they walk. Did Ma call moi to let her know she had to get to the bank. Nope. Ma decided to walk. Yup, you heard me in the cheap seats. Ma decided to walk. Dad tried to protest, but in the end walked arm in walker down the street with Ma. Yup,OPD at its finest. All together now: take the palm of your dominant hand and slap it against your forehead.

Have to give the old lady credit, she nearly made it to the bank. She was in sight of the bank when she took her tumble. Weebles wobble and sometimes they fall and can't get up.

A couple of young men happened by and tried to help. I'm sure they wanted to call an ambulance, but Ma insisted she was fine. So they picked her up and helped her to the bank. Ma was not fine and someone from the bank called an ambulance.

So Ma won an all expense paid vacation to the hospital with a few days at a rehab because she dislocated her shoulder.

I thought Dad would be dancing a jig since he would have his own vacation in a Ma free zone.

When I called later in the week to see how the old guy was doing, he sighed heavily on the phone.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm lonely. It's so quiet here without her."

I guess any attention, even negative attention is better than no attention at all.

"Well, I can yell at you like Ma does. I know all the verses to "The Stupid Song."