Judges, your scores please...

Can I just start this story by saying thank goodness, we don't have "instant replay" in real life!

Early this morning I had to go meet a contractor at "the house"...you know, the one that took forever to sell, the one with all the weird things that kept happening, etc. I was running a few minutes late, so I was already flustered. I met the contractor at the back door, proceeded through the foyer with contractor in tow, then out the front door.

Now let me just pause for a moment and remind you that this house was built in 1870. There is a pathway of cement pavers that lead up to the front porch, that are in need of some repair...some look as though they've been there for over a hundred years, broken and uneven.

I had an armful of files, my Palm Pilot, my car keys, and the house key with the keybox while I marched down the front porch steps and onto the walkway. Then, before I knew it, I was heading for the cement...hand and wrist hit first, followed by a hard hit to the knee and then what felt like a tummy tuck roll to the ground that would have made Mary Lou Retton proud! What a sight that must have been to these two construction guys...all before they even had their morning coffee!

Files went flying...paperwork went everywhere, my Palm Pilot bounced across the pavers, keys flew out of my hands and in one quick second I jumped back up to my feet, brushed myself off, gathered my things, all the while responding to these men with an "I'm fine, just fine!" "Wow, what a way to start the day! I'm fine, really! I am!"

Oh my word. The embarassment--the pain. When our business was finished, I got back in the car and thought, "wow, I'm really not fine!" My knee was throbbing (think Fred Flinstone when he would drop his bowling ball on his toe!) and my wrist was hurting even worse...and starting to swell. Ugghhh...not good.

Anyway, long story short (too late, right?), hubby took me for an x-ray and I have a fractured wrist. Yeah, fun day.

When I talked with my good friend, Liz (fellow realtor), she said, "See! I told you that ghost didn't want you to sell that house!"