By DiAnn Mills @DiAnnMills
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Lighting the kitchen mantle!
Thousands of people stormed the shopping malls for Black Friday savings, while my husband and I decorated our home for Christmas. With a full pot of coffee, Christmas music, and tons of excitement, we opened the many plastic bins containing our treasures for a memorable Christmas.
Decorating the piano lid
My husband trimmed the tree. He’s a bit of a perfectionist and so am I … so it’s best if we have separate decorating adventures. I let him take all the credit for a fantastic tree with twinkling lights and intricately placed ornaments.
The only snow I ever see in Houston is my snow village!
My kitchen floor was filled with the plastic bins, each one labeled with its contents and what room they belong. Unwrapping the special items was a thrill, taking me back in time to when the decoration first arrived in the Mills’ home.
I lifted a wreath from a round container and promptly placed it at the back door. While fluffing out each twig, it occurred to me it would look great hung at the front door. While carrying the wreath back through the kitchen, I continued to pull out greenery and straighten the red velvet bow. But I forgot about the many plastic bins in the middle of the floor.
I tripped and landed face first on the tile, dead center in the wreath. Confession time here, but I can be a bit dramatic.
I screamed.
Husband came running.
He picked me up from the waist, sorta like a dog grabs a puppy. Not pretty. Not comfy either.
I opened my eyes to a splotch of red on the floor. “Oh, no! I broke my nose for Christmas.” I was crying like a baby.
Husband laughed.
“This isn’t funny,” I said. I wanted to swat him, but he still had a grip on me.
“Look at the floor,” he said. “It’s not blood. It’s lipstick. You kissed the floor!”
Merry Christmas from the Mills!
He was right. The only thing I hurt was my pride . . . and for certain he would never let me forget this Christmas decorating experience.
What about you? Have you ever made a hilarious fool out of yourself?
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Love your story. Glad you’re okay! My story: Went to cross a busy street and noticed a container with orange flags in it, guessing it’s to help people cross thestreet. I took one out to show my hubby. I’m waving it around and down I went. I fell off the curb. My pride was hurt, but the other thing that hurt was my middle finger. I scraped it up good when I took the tumble.
Janetta, I’m laughing. We do have our “falls” to keep us humble.
So glad it was only lipstick on the floor, DiAnn!
Oh, I would have been a sight for Christmas!
That was so cute. It sounds like a scene from a book. I love it that your husband came running to rescue you. Sigh…:) Thank you for sharing the story. Merry Christmas!
If I ever get brave – I’ll write it in a book. 🙂
Glad your ok hope you have great Christmas
Thank you! And have a very Merry Christmas.
Glad you weren’t hurt…and gave your husband a chance to be your hero (okay–laughing hero!)
Merry Christmas!
Marge
I hadn’t thought about him being a hero – but you’re right!
This is how mean I am , I was laughing from the image of perfectly labeled bins and 2 perfectionists decorating….
Oh, but you know us … Yeah, it’s funny.
Hahahahaha…This was even funny the second time around. Love that you can laugh at yourself…so we can laugh at you too!!
Seriously glad you weren’t hurt.
Love you, friend!
Lynette
Glad I can be your comic relief!!
DiAnn, I was laughing so hard. Sorry! It was funny. And I’ve had many moments, and unlike you, I can say it’s because I’m busy getting things done. I’m just a klutz in general! Sprained wrists, ankles and bone bruises…etc. But it’s the memories that we make together with our love ones that will last a lifetime in our hearts. =) Merry Christmas!
I never thought I was a klutz, but that proves I am!
All the time….I just laugh because this is normal for me! Your house looks lovely!
Thanks – We women just get into a hurry when we’re trying to get things done!
I once got my foot caught on a piece of wire stretched over a piece of concrete (may have been finishing hardening or something) and fell face first onto the street! Luckily there was no one turning onto the street but this was back when I was in college a million years ago and the smock tops were popular but made you look pregnant. Three people ran up, picked me up and kept asking me if I was OK–total embarrassment that even to this day I remember like it was yesterday!
I’m laughing just reading it! I remember those smock tops, and I won’t wear them today because of how it makes a woman look pregnant!
Oh my goodness, this made me smile. Glad it wasn’t blood! Merry Christmas!
For those who know me as – well – more put together than that, I’m sure it is funny!
DiAnn, I can’t imagine you ever losing your cool to the extent that you scream. Glad it was lipstick, not blood, on the floor.
We’ve been tied up with “life,” but the decorations will go up sometime this week. Best wishes for a wonderful, meaningful Christmas to you and yours.
Thanks for commenting, Richard. We’re still laughing. Wishing you and Kay a blessed Christmas and a God-kissed New Years!