My mom worries a lot! She's a HUGE worry wart! I use to be just like that! But i use to stress myself out so bad. Now I've trained myself to just let things go! Well, not it's come to bite me in the butt because now, I might be a little too carefree. Lola, my 90lb lab, has a piece of rubber tubing that she chewed off from somewhere and loves to play with all the time! Well she gets into these really big fits where she just swings the thing around and likes to let it go and then chase after it! She's not suppose to have it in the house. Well of course she snuck it into the house and was playing with it....oops, there is goes, off into the air and hits my moms Christmas figurines of baby Jesus and the three wise men. Shattered, broken, heads missing, limbs broken...crap, we're dead. So, I feel really bad. I have a talk with Lola and everything. "mom is not going to be happy about this, we're in trouble now" My dad does what he can to salvage baby Jesus a