A 10' tall Christmas tree fell on me.
It was my own fault. I stood in the corner and tried to get a bauble off it by pulling it. That's when it fell on me. I'm still picking needles out of my cleavage.But I did it! I got the Linden tree undressed and dragged it outside - all by myself! The worst bit was perching precariously up a ladder trying to cut the string that held it in place, stopped it falling forward. Try do that in a middle-aged mini-skirt and boots.
All in a day's work for a church administrator.
1 comment:
I'm glad you're okay, Liz! You really should publish a book of your cartoons:)
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