Giving My Wife a Good Ribbing

My wife is back in town, her mother is doing better, and I have clean underwear again. All is well in the world. Except...

My wife was sitting on the floor in front of the couch doing her cross-stitch while we watched the baseball game. (Thank heavens for a woman who loves baseball!) She turned to push herself up and made a terrible shrieking noise--obvious pain.

It was still so bad the next day that she went to the doctor for help. They took x-rays and, wouldn’t you know it, she had dislocated a rib. By getting up off the floor. Who knew you could dislocate a rib? That’s like dislocating your head. Or your butt. A rib?

First, she goes to the hospital for high blood pressure. Then her mother has a stroke. Now a dislocated rib. What’s next?

Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that question.