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This weekend, we spent some time with Nana, Travis’ grandma, who has recently been moved to an assisted care place. Yesterday we agreed to be good grandkids and take her out to lunch after church. But actually going to church? Oh no. Instead we went to the casino and won $70 bones. Now THAT’S finding religion.

(Hi, I’m a heathen. If you never hear from me again check hell, because I could be struck down for saying something like that.)

So anyway, I’m hanging out minding my own business when Nana’s chauffeur returns her from service. The chauffeur does a quick meet and greet and then says “Oh, Erin, can you give me a hand? Nana needs to use the bathroom.”

I threw up in my mouth.

Then I punched Travis because this was so not fair.

I took her down to her room and helped her… you know. And I saw… yeah, that. And also? DID I MENTION TRAVIS OWES ME?

There are many very, very good reasons I am not a nurse, and 90-year old vaginas is one of them.

May 24th, 2010 | Category: random | Subscribe to comments | You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed