FAFLL...

Very early this morning, I woke to the sound of  "Please, help me!"  I go running into Mom's room and find her on all fours, on the floor, at the foot of her bed.  I tried to help her up but was met with screams of "Don't!"  Fearing that she was severely hurt I ran back for my glasses so that I could see what I needed to do.  When I came back, I noticed a brief case, upright, at Mom's side. 

As I tried to move the briefcase, Mom again screamed at me to stop.  Somehow, her thumb had become wedged in the unlatched side of the case.  I released her thumb and tried to move the case out of the way so that I could help her up.  She shrieked as if she were in great pain.  I then realized (I am giggling as I write this) that about 2 inches of her right butt cheek were pinched in the opening, as well.  I did have enough compassion to not laugh at that point.  I know it had to hurt because I had to pry the case apart to get her cheek out (Ok, I'm evil. That sentence made me giggle again.)

It was one of those situations that I call a FAFLL... File Away For Laughing Later.  And that's what I'm doing this morning.