A Tale...

...of a hungry hope chest. And the stash it didn't want to hold.
let me begin from the beginning.....
I was placing (most) of my stash into the hope chest in the livingroom that had taken me a few hours or so of cleaning out to make possible. (Hello! Found the wedding album! And the certificates from junior high? and so much more.) But anyways, I was placing my goodies into their "accessible and handy" new home and then , suddenly, as if in slow motion. It hit me. The lid of the hope chest built very sturdy by my Grandfather who has since passed. A lovely, and heavy lid came crashing down onto my arm. Then "it" came. Honestly , I have never hit my arm that hard before and I have had my share between chilhood, sports and factory /manual labor. Wow. So no stitching, or leaning (never notice how much you use something until it hurts!), or well, lots of things. But the Birthday party for my daughter still went on , with a nice dose of Tylenol. There was no swelling (strange) or bruising (even stranger) but the wake you up feeling and the feeling of bones clicking in funny places . Fun, fun, fun! So between bouts of numbness and terrible throbbing, I went on.
And here's the clincher- I had to venture into the hope chest today, and man you have never seen such caution in your life! A very sharp eye and ear on that lid that's for sure!
And so is the tale...... The End