Poor Mimi

After we put the kids to bed Sunday night I came downstairs and saw I missed a couple of calls and had 5 texts.  When I saw they were from my dad my heart starting racing.  I didn't even look at the texts I just called him back. 

(It was strange because they had been over at my house and had only been gone a few hours).

Dad answers and asked if I got his message or texts.  He proceeds to tell me they are at the ER with mom and waiting to see if she had broke her hand or not. 

Dad was waxing the car and mom was out there with him and had Winston on his leash and was bent down brushing him.  Winston saw something and took off running.  Mom got to her feet but could not recover or catch up.  She pretty much ate the pavement!  Her hand was in the leash and she caught herself with that hand. 

Thankfully she doesn't have to have surgery and she's just a little banged up.  Poor Mimi!