For several years, Granny has had trouble managing stairs of more than 3-4 steps.
So, she is never on the upper floor of our house anymore. I have it all to myself.
At least, that’s what I thought.
Some things are best left unknown.
Because I now know that it’s time to invest in a baby gate for the stairs.
Yesterday I got home and asked Granny about her day.
“You’re going to think I am such a dummy,” she said shaking her head and chuckling.
She went on to explain that the cold weather was drying out her skin and she was out of lotion, so she had worked her way up the steps to my bedroom to find some.
There is no lotion in my bedroom.
“I found that out after I ended up covering my hands with that sanitizer. You should have seen me,” she howled.
I’m glad I didn’t.
Because that pump bottle is not hand sanitizer, either.
“I don’t like it very much,” Granny complained, asking me where I got it.
The fact is that I got it online.
“Well, I wouldn’t get any more of it. It’s awful. It didn’t dry up very fast. I had to wash my hands afterward.”
I’m glad she did.
Because that’s where she finally found some lotion.
In the bathroom.
While she was washing off the lube.