So while my MIL is not a total evil Bitch, she’s the type who counts their sorrows instead of their blessings and just complains. A LOT. She had booked a trip with some girls where she works (and hates her job, tells me that all the time) for a long weekend to Florida to one of their vacation homes. It was for the weekend of my daughter’s birthday but she booked anyway. Ok fine, that just means I don’t have to deal with her. So last weekend she manages to break her foot. After me telling her I’m about 99% sure it’s broken (I’m an RN) and she needs to get it looked at she says she can walk on it and it’s fine. Well 5 days later she goes to Express Care and oh my goodness! It’s broken! And she’s referred to an orthopedist to get a cast or whatever. So now I get to hear about how her foot hurts and her arms hurt from the crutches that she had to pay for herself and the nobody takes her insurance and now she won’t get to go to Florida and boo boo hoo. I do feel bad and yes it does suck but shit happens. So I will get to hear about this for the rest of the time she’s in a cast.

A broken foot wouldn’t keep me from Florida. Just means you can get on the plane first and get a sweet scooter ride at the airport.