I will preface this by saying that although she is in pain, she is OK and is also shaking her head at herself.
It is Thursday; I am getting married on Tuesday. Now, I understand that life doesn't stop just because I'm getting married, but when you're accident prone, 58, and not as spry as you were 30 years ago, you probably shouldn't jump on a pogostick.
When my aunt called to tell me that she was currently sitting in the ER with my mom, all I could do was laugh. My mom broke the thumb on the same hand 1.5 years ago doin something equally irresponsible and the pinky on that hand 1.5 years before that. At this rate, she's not going to have a left hand in 3 years.
I did go slightly bridezilla and demand that she get a cast to match my wedding colors. When she told me no I told her that she knows the floors are out to get her and she will accept the consequences. She laughed and agreed. (This was all in good fun teasing; it is a staple of our relationship.)