Up The Creek With The Wrong Kind Of Paddle

| Related | August 12, 2012

(I have a really bad wound on my foot, and have been limping for the past few days.)

Me: “Hey mom, do we still have that walking stick in the attic? It would really help me get around.”

Mom: “Sure! I’ll look upstairs and check.”

(Some time later.)

Mom: “I found a good substitute!”

(I stare in shock; she’s holding up a rowing oar from our old canoe.)

Me: “Mom… that’s an oar.”

Mom: “And? Well, I thought this might work, too.”

(In her other hand, she’s holding a tennis racket.)

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