For the past two weeks, I've been cat-sitting at my Grandmother's house (in the...well, it's not really a suburb so much as it's an acreage outside of town) while she's in Hawaii. And the awesome thing about my Gramma's house (besides the jacuzzi tub, and the unsecured high-speed internet from the neighbours, and the Tier 5 cable TV) is The Chair. After her knee replacement, she got a stair chair, a motorized chair on a ramp that goes up the stairs so she doesn't have to. And most of the time, I take the stairs. But when your cousin down the road gets you drunk? It's awesome, because for people who haven't had a knee replacement? This is a ride. Uuup and dooowwwnn, uuuppp, and downwwnn. AAAHHHAAHAHAHAHA!
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