This week, instead of one of my famously frequent, figurative face-plants,
I experienced a singular, literal ASS-PLANT.
I fell backwards off a six-foot ladder onto a concrete garage floor.
And it should have never happened, because of course
MODAH KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT LADDER SAFETY.
I had climbed the ladder to get my torso halfway through an opening into our attic.
And why would a hefty, sixty-two-year-old broad like me do that? Continue reading