|Looking down the steps from the top of the Loft|
|My Dad helping me paint the super high peak of the Loft. I was taking a break to breath into a bag.|
And then there was taking the shades off the windows of our Master Bedroom. I nearly fell, and my life flashed before my eyes. Stop laughing.
And of course removing the blinds from our trapezoid window.
|Smiling while I shake in terror.|
I mean, I can't even change a lightbulb around here without my life flashing before my eyes.
bulbs while repeating over and over, "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay...
At least I had a chance to dust the fan while I was up there, which I'm certain hasn't been touched in years. Probably because you need a 20 foot ladder to reach it.