Bruce and I had arrived at their home and were waiting for mom and the boys to get there. When they finally did arrive, we were informed that mom needed help into the house because she had fallen at the gas station on her way over.
Poor thing...she was so pitiful.
The knuckle on her index finger was swelling.
And she bruised up her leg pretty bad.
Lying in the chair was good for her for a little bit. Her injuries didn't hinder her from being part of the Friday night fun.
She wasn't going to let her fall keep her from playing Mexican Train and Prison Rummy.
My sister, Janet....always going like the Energizer bunny. I love her.
And then, of course, we can't forget Greg. He had worked all day out in the heat and since he's still on blood thinners from his accident (which make him sleepy) he just couldn't hold his little eyeballs open.
Other than mom's fall, the night was good. The fellowship was good. The food was good. The games were good. It was all good!
