There were so many possible topics about which to blog tonight.
I could tell you about the cool Christmas junk I found today. I could tell you about going to the zoo at night to see lights and reindeer. There's also the time I got Sister Anne fired from Queen of Peace school.
Sadly instead I must tell you that I managed a truly amazing feat.
I fell up the stairs.
I fell up the stairs and smashed my head on the corner of the DVD cabinet and spilled a beautiful salad all over the floor.
I have no idea what I fell on. Usually it's the dogs who are trying to kill me on the stairs, but tonight they were upstairs asleep when I crashed headlong into the furniture.
After falling I tried to salvage my salad and it was while I was picking bits of lettuce off the floor that I noticed that my head was wet.
I reached up to brush it away and realized that my hand was covered in blood.
A head wound!
Christmas will have to go on without me!
I called David who was working in his office.
"I have split my head open and am bleeding. I may need stitches. The presents are in the basement!"
In he dashed to evaluate my wound.
Luckily, not only will I live, I will not need stitches.
The bleeding stopped.
Christmas is saved.