I love my tree…

I have mice in my attic. Yuck!

So far, they have stayed in my attic. I’ve put out some bait for them, but I just did it, so it’ll take awhile to kick in.

This morning, I heard them chewing on the wall under the sink, trying to get into the kitchen. I’m not worried, though:

“BRING IT”

I broke my head. OK, not really, but that's what it felt like.

I was walking out the door to Monika's house for what was fixin' to be an awesome Pampered Chef show... and I missed the little step just out my door.

Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, having bashed my head against the brick post outside my door.

My first three concerns:

* I can't go to the hospital, cuz I don't have insurance
* I hope the blood gushing from my head isn't going to ruin my shirt cuz I don't have very many dress shirts for work
* All this blood on the ground is going to look like someone got murdered on my doorstep

Long story short: the awesome Clear Lake 1st ward magic kicked in & within 20 minutes Paula Allen was looking at my head for me.

Verdict:

* I didn't break my head... basically, I scraped it (unbelievable how much blood comes from a scraped head!!). I was shocked that it wasn’t something worse, but so grateful!
* No concussion
* I'm gonna hurt a LOT tomorrow--not just an achy head, but my muscles are already hurting from the shock of the fall

Once again, I am so grateful that I'm in a place where people don't think twice about dropping everything to help someone in need.

I am so blessed!

Oh, pictures--Keep in mind these are after Paula cleaned me up & washed the matted blood out of my hair: