Yesterday got off to a beautiful albeit chilly day. We got out to our old house about 8:30 a.m. and started to work on the monumental task of "unloading" the outbuilding. We had several friends stop by (yes we have a few) and rummage through our cast away belongings. It should have been a little sad watching mounds of baby clothes go home with other people, but really I was just happy to be rid of them. They have been in storage for years; it is about time someone can get some use out of them.
There were only 2 "funniest home video" moments with me yesterday. First, I stepped back and fell (rather unladylike) over several "full" black trash bags and lay sprawling on the ground...hurt my wrist on that one. Then, while trying to help Shae carry a rather heavy wagon (not Unlce Howard's kind), the handle fell and landed on my head with a sound reminiscent of metal hitting metal. I still haven't figured that one out as I don't recall having any metal pins in my head.
So, I chalk it all up to family pictures. You know, whenever you set a date to finally get those pictures made, kids start falling around hitting their heads, and a whole mess of bumps, bruises, and scrapes ensues (usually just to the facial area). We are getting our Christmas pictures made next Tuesday, so we are going to see how many accidents we can have before then. Yippee...
To make a long story short, we finally finished up about 6:17 p.m. If it hadn't been for Dianna and Jennifer, we would still be out there now. So, thank you both for working so hard. And now, to the title of my little story...my back, legs, arms, ankles and other various body parts are slowly dying...at least until I return to my blissful life of inactivity...