Okay, so L's story is the perfect segway into the drama I am currently living, here iin SLC (while my partner in crime is living it up in sunny California). Mom is 94 and totally preoccupied with her bowel movements. I guess when you reach her age, that's about all you have left.

Two weeks ago, Mom informed me that she needed some stool softeners. I purchased said products, delivered them with a cautionary note of "Don't go overboard!". Of course, she promptly popped two pills and when they didn't work, in her time frame, decided, in her infinite wisdom, and years of experience, popped two more. I don't have to tell you what the next call was about.

Now, fast forward to June 1st. Mom is scheduled for a total shoulder replacement surgery. We are all concerned about the surgery, but once again, there is no talking her out of it. She comes through the surgery with flying colors and Tuesday morning is ready to resume the battle of the bowel movements. She asks the nurse to bring her a suppository. When the nurse declines the doctor is promptly called, along with the physical therapist. Both refuse her request. Undaunted, and sly like a fox, Mom asks the nurse for her purse. You guessed it, she has a two year's supply (this is a cultural joke) stashed in her purse. We found her one armed trying to ram that go old suppository up her butt. Yeah, baby, livin' the dream, big time, here in good old Utah.

Have fun L! Back to you.