The other night, I was sitting in my recliner, all comfortable, watching Dexter. The kids were in bed, Junior was sleeping, and I was engrossed in the goings on of my favorite serial killer.
Behind where I was sitting is my desk. On the wall beside my desk is this shelf, full of CDs.
Behind where I was sitting is my desk. On the wall beside my desk is this shelf, full of CDs.
So there I was, watching Debra interview Christine, when all of a sudden the shelf decided to reject the brackets that were keeping it attached to the wall, and the entire thing came crashing down. (I wish I was in my "blogger" frame of mind and not in total freakin' shock because then I would have remembered to take a picture of the mess) Talk about scaring the crap out of someone! Junior was instantly awake, and Ryan and Kasi both came running out of their rooms. I just sat in my chair, afraid to turn around and see what was broken. I had elephants on that shelf!
After threatening to kill the kids if they laughed, Junior convinced me to turn around. I wanted to cry. There were CDs everywhere, and most had fallen out of their cases. I was sure that at least half of them were broken. But, when Kasi and I finally got the mess cleaned up, there wasn't a single broken CD. In fact, the only thing that did break was the little glass bowl I keep my jewelry in. Every elephant was unbroken, all the little animals Brandi has painted me that were on the shelf were in one piece, too. I was very lucky.
I was even luckier that I wasn't sitting at my desk when the shelf fell. It would have fallen right on top of me, and I am sure that would have hurt.
