Every year I make the trek up the ladder to decorate our house for the holidays. The house always looks great afterward, but I have to tell you, this is just about the worst day of the year for me. I am very afraid of heights. There, I said it. I don’t feel any better about it, but I said it.
You’d think after doing this for the last 10 years, it would get easier. But it never does. This year will be even more fun because, during the spring, I hopped up on the roof to work on some planter boxes. I didn’t secure the ladder properly, and took a 12-foot fall on top of the ladder and concrete. Somehow, I didn’t break any bones, but it was not pretty and involved a trip to the emergency room. Can’t wait to get back up there.
I think I might have found the solution for this year’s decorations. My mom sent me this picture, along with a gentle nudge to try not to kill myself. What do you think?