well I am so washed out I don't know whether I am coming or going. you know, if we didn't laugh at things we would never make it.

When MIL still knew us she woould say or do something funny, then she would look at us and laugh. That was our OK to laugh too.

She was an angel sweet as all get out, then BAM she turned into a very strongbull fighter!! she beat the crap out of me one day, in the Nursing Home.

She went bonkers and it gets worse, then she settles out, then worse again Several of the falls I had trying to get loose from her has made things worse with my bummed up back.

Never a dull moment,eh? Jo

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