~ Sharing The Icebag ~

My mother-in-law and I were vying over time with the icebag tonight.  Her for her swollen feet, and me for my knee.

I know…I consciously know that it would be wrong of me to knock a cute little 5’0″ grandmother over to steal the icebag from her.  I mean, it’s elementary.

But my knees hurt so badly I honestly contemplated it.

Then I remembered that even if I could get away with it initially, it’s not like I could run before she caught me.

I watched her from the corner of my eye, waiting…waiting for the moment when she would either fall asleep, or the bag would just slip off.  Either way, I wasn’t going to miss my chance.

And then it hit me…..She’s my mother-in-law!  I’m decades younger than her.  How the hell did my body fall apart so fast that I’m in the same icebag-dependant boat as my mother-in-law?

I don’t know.  I simply don’t know.  But one thing is for sure.  One thing I do know.

We’re going to need more icebags.