Somehow Mom must have known that today was the RSVP date for her surprise party. She called to tell me that she hurt her back. She decided to try to carry a case of pop from the garage to the kitchen.
Ever the supportive daughter, I said, "What were you thinking? You couldn't carry a case of pop twenty years ago. It's not like you are getting stronger."
Yeah, not my finest moment. I followed up with a lengthy conversation about how to treat her injured back. She promised to put a heating pad on her back and take some pain killers.
I said a silent prayer that her back healed quickly so she'd be able to enjoy her surprise party.