Last night I had a pretty traumatic experience at the house. Ian was over at the neighbors and Kelly was in class and the mover asked if I could get the lid for Ian's outdoor toy box. It was in the attic and I had been up there a couple of times so I thought I'd go up there and get it down. Well, while I'm up there I figured I'd grab the last few things up there and when I went to reach for the wrapping paper I lost my balance and stepped on the drywall...well, everything went black for a split second. When I realized what happened I was hanging on by my right arm and my left leg. I had now idea how I was going to get out of that. The movers asked if I was ok, but didn't help me. I don't know what they would have done to help me though. I guess my adrenaline was pumping because I pulled myself out of the hole and just sat there to catch my breathe! When I finally climbed down from the attic I realized that if I had fallen all the way down I would have been on my way to the ER. I'm not seriously hurt, just really sore. Kelly said he can fix the hole with no problems...thank God!
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