Scary Stuff

I quite possibly just had a heart attack.

After several weeks of slowly going through each box/bin/drawer/closet/cabinet in my house to declutterize, I am finally finished. I have a pile of boxes with items to take down to my parents house for their garage sale in the living room, along with some boxes I had emptied so broke them down and put them in the storage closet on my deck. A few even had bubble wrap in them, hooray! Like all Americans, I adore bubble wrap so it has really taken every ounce of will in my body to not sit there and pop it all.

Today, I was putting the last of the "keep" bins back in the storage closet. I had to readjust my weight to push the tub up onto the shelf when suddenly there was a loud *Bang*, obviously the sound of a car backfiring. Even though I live in a pretty affluent area, that sound is very similar to a gunshot, so the natural instinct is to dive for cover. That, however, is not really an option when you are essentially holding a 20 pound tub with two fingers and standing on your tippy toes. The obvious next solution is to have a small heart attack.

But the even MORE obvious solution is to move your foot off of the now half-popped sheet of bubble wrap lying on the floor. And then, of course, photograph and blog about it to the world.

Yep, my family has got to be so proud.