Around 2AM I heard a HUGE thump downstairs. I sprung out of bed. Then, without thinking, I ran down the stairs in the dark to find out what had happened. At the foot of the stairs, I froze as my heart sprang up into my throat. What was I doing?
"Janene," Rick scolded from the top of the stairs."Come back up! You don't know what or who might be down there."
Exactly what I'd been thinking.
I rushed back up the stairs as Rick went down, a thick dowel rod in his hands. Grabbing the phone from our bedroom, I tip-toed back down after him, hoping he'd found nothing. Which he had. We had no idea what had made that noise moments ago. Then I entered the dining room and realized something was off. Really off.
I couldn't figure it out at first. Then I realized what had bee wrong. Our huge print of Portofino, Italy -- one of my favorite places, BTW -- had fallen from the wall. Luckily, the glass hadn't cracked. The only damage had been to the back of the frame. One of the large hooks that had held the wire to hang it had completely ripped off. There it sat, leaning up against the wall, instead of hanging from the nail in the wall. Are you ready to hear the embarrassing, scary part?
As of today, the print is still there. And this didn't happen a couple of weeks ago. It happened April 14, 2012. Yep. This all happened over a year ago and the print is still leaning against the wall.
All right. I know that's a cop out, which is why I'm telling you all of this today. I'm hoping the shame will finally spur me into action. I hope it works.
Somehow I doubt it.