We went yesterday to cut down the Christmas tree. It was cold. But, my sister-in-law found the one she liked eventually…after we walked all over that darn farm. Then we stopped at a little store so my niece could see Santa and we got some fresh Apple Cider and fudge — well, I got fudge everyone else got an apple turn-over.

On the way home we stopped so my brother and sister-in-law could look at a new trailer. It was cold so I said I’d go inside with my niece and sit so we’d be warm. She was asleep so I had to carry her out of the truck and as I stepped out my foot just kept on sliding on the ice rink they called a parking lot. I hit my head pretty hard on the truck and landed flat on my big butt (for once I’m pretty glad it’s extra padded). My niece was fine…in fact, I think she slept through it until I quietly called for my sister-in-law to come help me. She’s pregnant so when my brother couldn’t see me he came running only to almost fall on top of us when he started to slip. Luckily he actually had hands to catch himself from falling but I said something and that woke up my niece.

So, here I am today…hurting like I’ve been hit by a truck, which I guess I was.

Till later…