Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Dads...Or, at least mine.

Last week, my dad broke his wrist when my brother unsuccessfully attempted to LAUNCH (his words, not mine) him up onto a shelf to hang a picture. 

Yesterday, my mom found my dad in the living room with his toolbox SHORTENING his cast and cutting parts away to make it more comfortable. 

Today, he went to the doctors for a checkup and blamed the modified cast on THE DOGS.

These are my people.

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