Monday, February 03, 2014

Now, that IS ironic.

Dear Readers, you will perhaps remember how my mother-in-law wanted to 'ruin Christmas' so she could go to the sixth and final helicopter-pilot-school graduation (which, it turns out, is in February after all), and therefore she had surgery about seven weeks ago.

The graduation is this week.

On Friday she was re-admitted to the hospital with a post-surgical infection. (She is responding well to antibiotics and, again, we expect her to be fine.  However, 'twelve-hour-roadtrip' is not a good idea for today.)

I know I'm a mean person, but some small part of me is chortling.


  1. Who am I to rejoice in another's misfortune? And yet... Neener neener neeeener!

  2. Sometimes I giggle quietly in my room. 'Cause karma is a bitch.

  3. SHE. WENT. ANYWAYS. I have no words to express my annoyance, or the stupidity of this venture.

  4. Heh. Kind hoping she gets RE-re-admitted, in some gentle, not life threatening way. What a crazy lady.


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