Lets just talk about how I am not fit to take care of other people.
I can barely take care of myself but Traci is thanking the high heavens tonight that I am not her sole care giver. EVERY time I try to help Traci into her chair this is what happens.
I. Drop. Her.
i. DROP. her.
Every single time.
Well. f.
now what? it is almost impossible to lift her from that position when we are giggling uncontrollably.
Poor TB.
Sorry boo
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