I HURT MY SHOULDER IT WAS PLAIN TO SEE, I WAS PRETTY MUCH IN PURE AGONY.

IF I MOVED IT I CRINGED IN PAIN, I THOUGHT GOOD GRIEF THIS IS LAME.

I HAD SWEPT , VACUUMED, AND MOPPED THE FLOORS, OH YES AND DON'T FORGET I WIPED DOWN DOORS.

I MOVED THE FURINITURE, PUT UP THE CHRISTMAS TREE, MY SHOULDER CRIED OUT YOU'VE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF ME.

AS I SIT AND PONDER WHAT TO DO, THE PHONE BEEPS AND JANCI IT'S YOU.

HOW ARE YOU MOM? WHAT'S GOING ON? WE REHASH DAYS WENTS TEXTING ON OUR PHONES.

I TELL YOU OF MY SHOULDER PAIN AND YOU QUICKLY REPLY,WHAT CAN I BRING YOU MOM, ANYTHING I CAN BUY, ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TRY?

ME: YEAST, YOU: YEAST!!!!, YEAST, DID YOU SAY YEAST!!!! ME: YES YEAST PLEASE, I WANT TO MAKE A NEW RECIPE IT CALLS FOR YEAST.

YOU: MOM YOU ARE SO WEIRD, ME: YES I KNOW BUT WHEN I DIE YOU CAN WRITE THIS ON MY HEADSTONE.

YEAST!!! BECAUSE BELIEVE ME I'M GOING TO RISE!!!!