Falling for Fall with a Knee-placement

The past couple of weeks I have been meaning to get around to pulling out my fall wreath for the front door. I LOVE fall! Last weekend, the Munchkin and I went out to the shed to see if it was located where I last remembered seeing it. Much to my pleasure, it was right where I remembered. Even more to my pleasure, I found a matching garland when I opened the bag to show the wreath the light of day for the first time in two years. I didn't remember purchasing the garland, so it was like Christmas to find it. Sadly, my wreath hanger was not in the bag. So for the next few days, the wreath sat next to the front door until I could locate a hanger.

On Saturday morning, I went out into our fancy and super organized garage to find a Christmas box I was sure had a hanger in it.


Enter idiocy.

You see that ladder haphazardly propped up against the boxes? My Christmas box was on a shelf just above it. I thought to myself, "I wonder if that ladder is sturdy enough that I could just climb up it just like that and get the box down." I did. Only two steps from the bottom of the ladder, I knew I had made a HUGE mistake. Max was waiting patiently at the bottom of the ladder and barely got out of the way in time. I remember falling forward, looking at all of the crap all over the floor and thinking, "Oh sh*t, this is gonna hurt!" Oh boy did it ever! I landed smack dab on my knee. Within nanoseconds I was seriously nauseous and dizzy. DH came running to make sure I was okay. I was totally not okay. I couldn't breathe the pain was so intense. Tears were streaming down my face. I wasn't crying, it was a reflex from the pain shooting through my knee. I sat back on the ladder, trying not to vomit and trying not to pass out. I know, I was stupid. STUPID.

In my defense, our garage is not supposed to look like that. I have been trying for some time now to clean it out and put most of it where it belongs. In this currently empty shed:


Okay, that's not much of a defense, but I like to think it is. *sigh* DH felt so bad that he went out and started cleaning out the garage a few hours later. What a sweetie. I love him.

I did, however, find the wreath hanger. I hung up my wreath and garland, while my knee throbbed. It still hurts like a beast. I'm still waiting for the bruise to come to the surface. Lesson totally learned.


I wanted to show you that Max was completely unharmed by my stupidity. She was so happy to pose for this picture, especially since it was her all by herself with no Red. Welcome to my newly decorated fall doorway.


The garland turned out fantastic, if I do say so myself. I love it. I love fall.


This table is just below the stairs and right next to the front door. The plug-in puts off the most wonderful fall aromas. I love those dual air fresheners, especially in seasonal fall scents!

Yes, I seem to love everything. Its true. I guess the anti-depressants I'm on are really working huh? I love them too. :)

P.S. If you missed it, the directions for cheese soup are in the post below. :)