The In-Laws Of Notre Dame

| Related | April 7, 2014

(I’ve broken my ankle after falling off a ladder at my in-laws’ house. They drive me to the hospital and call my husband, who is in another state on business. We arrive at the ER and my father-in-law carries me like a baby through the parking lot. I think this is a selfless and sweet gesture, in the absence of my younger, more able-bodied husband, when suddenly he lifts me above his head and sprints to the doors.)


Mother-In-Law: “Slow down, Quasi!”

(The nurses at the front were barely able to ask us questions because they were laughing so hard! My nickname at the hospital was Esmeralda.)

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