Rain inspires many things. Some people read. Some cook. Some chat on the phone. I decided that I would clean out the pantry. I cleaned off the island to make room for the "stuff" that would make it's way out of the cluttered food closet. I opened the door, stared inside and stood still. After contemplating the idea, I closed the door, stepped back and decided there must be something better that I could do. "I'll go upstairs and clean up the bed frame I received last night." This was no ordinary bed frame. It seems some curious little boys decided to see what the coasters would like covered in blue clay. Perhaps, they were trying to create dinosaur eggs. Who knows?" This wasn't the type of clay you can just roll off. It was "stuck clay". "Hmmm...what would take this sticky stuff off? How about WD-40?" I found an old rag, the WD, and went to work. With a bit of elbow grease, the gummy, sticky stuff came off. Yeah! I was excited. As I gazed around Amber's old bedroom, I wondered what else needed to be done? I noticed straight pins in the wall. (I'm not telling you how long they've been stuck there.) So, I gathered up my tools...hammer, rag, and step stool. I was ready to begin. I successfully removed half of the pins, smiled and felt very accomplished. As I proceeded to the other side of the room, I felt a thud and said, "Oh God." I looked down at my toe and realized it had met the frame. OUCH!!! It actually didn't look that bad. It didn't even bleed much. I was feeling very fortunate as it appeared to be a clean slice. I went downstairs, propped my foot up in the sink (That was a small task in itself!:), and noticed my toe and the top of my foot were bleeding well (as if one can bleed well???). I'm now walking around bandaged up wondering..."Why did I ditch the pantry?"
