It's no secret that I've had a few problems with my back and sciatica since the middle of July.
It's certainly no secret among the members of my family, who are treated to a concert of whimpering and complaining and the pleasant visual of watching me hobble around, clearly favoring my left leg.
They alternatingly find me amusing and annoying because -- good golly Miss Molly! -- this has been going on for a looooooooong time already.
And so it was that I attempted to rise from a horizontal position to answer the beck and call of a certain Miss Roo, who needed to be driven somewhere.
Oh, wait, she needed to drive HERSELF somewhere, which, of course, required me in the passenger seat. But I digress.
"Come ON, Mom!" she urged.
"Wait a sec," I said crabbily. "I have to unhinge my joints or something."
She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and, through clenched teeth, she intoned in her best Tin Man voice:
"Oil can! Oil can!"
She really is hilarious.
Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms