I inadvertently proved my theory that housework is dangerous by breaking my foot. While mopping the floor, I stepped backward and right onto the puppy. She went yip, I went slip and down I went. I finally had it x-rayed three weeks later and, last week, found myself in an operating room having screws put into the broken bone.
So I've spent my last eight days in either my recliner or a borrowed wheel chair. I've been out only once, to see the doctor who took off my post-op bandaging and put on a purple cast. So what have Iearned from this experience>
First, it's cheaper to hire a house cleaner than pay medical bills.
That blaming the puppy does not enhance my image.
And that even those who claim to love you best will not go out to buy you coffee and a doughnut after midnight!