Yesterday I had jokingly suggested to Marcie that they "get caught in traffic" or "have car trouble" and arrive late for the paper signing; that way she could at least attend this morning's program, even if she didn't get to stay to chow down on all the Thanksgiving goodies.  So when she called this morning, I thought it was good news... maybe that their meeting had been rescheduled, OR (much less likely) they were going to take advantage of one of  my suggestions.  Instead, she wanted to let me know that the water I'm picking up this morning will be sitting outside the garage since they're off to Urgent Care because she tripped over something, fell, and broke her wrist.

On the "plus" side, at least it was her left wrist...