The Great Closet Caper

I got this bright idea to find a missing box of my photos yesterday. Doesn't sound too hard...EXCEPT..these pictures were in my closet, which is literally stacked to the ceiling with junk! I move all of the boxes in FRONT of my closet so I can actually open the door. Not a problem so far. I opened the closet door and was faced with an avalanche just waiting to happen. Reminded me of Sesame Street's Elmos World, where every time he opens his closet door tons of stuff comes tumbling down on top of him. Nothing fell on me, but I was fearful for my life. I moved a few boxes out so I would have a place to sit on the floor in there. Hollered for Bill to bring me my little white step stool so I could put some more things on the top shelves. I got my stool and stood up on it, reached for a box to move it over, lost my balance and grabbed the box to steady myself..just as I was headed for the floor I was able to grab the closet door and push myself back up. The box was now on top of all the other junk in the floor. Oh well...maybe I won't put anything on the top shelf just yet. With great effort, I got the step ladder back out the door enough to sit back down. Started to plant my butt on the floor and my knees gave out, sending me sitting down harder than I had planned, hitting my ass on the doorknob on the way down. Ouch! There's one bruise..shall we shoot for two?

Are you laughing yet? The best is yet to come...

I get down on the floor and see a box that looks like it MIGHT be the missing picture box. The problem is...it's in the middle of the stack of boxes. Ok..maybe if I hold the top boxes with one arm, I can pull the picture box out with the other arm. NOT! I grabbed the top boxes..they seemed steady enough, and pulled the middle box out. All of a sudden, I heard stuff shifting and the avalance was about to come down right on my head. So there I sat, trying to figure out how I was gonna move without getting crushed. I hollered for Bill, but alas, he's partially deaf in one ear and he didn't hear me. I sat there for 15 minutes, holding the boxes with one hand and gesturing with my other hand (middle finger extended) at the boxes. Finally got another sturdier box back under them enough so they didn't fall. Enough for me..it's break time. I started to get up and realized I was wedged in there pretty tight. I was sitting indian style so my legs weren't under me to help push me up. The step ladder is behind me and it's now pressing into my back. Tried to move my leg and my foot got caught in between two boxes. So now here I sit wedged in the closet, with a husband that STILL couldn't hear my hollering for help. FINALLY got myself up by pulling my body up with the lower clothes bar. I got up on my step ladder because there is so much junk OUTSIDE the closet by now that I had to step up and over. Just as I was ready to step out of the closet, there was an avalanche and my big box of action figures fell right in the place I needed to step. BILL!!! no answer. BIIIIILLLLLLLLL! No answer...beat on the wall..BILLLLLLL! Finally he came to my rescue..he moved the box so I could step to the floor and offered his shoulder for me to grab on the way down. Felt my poor old knees pop as I finally found the floor, but alas, I did find the floor thank goodness.

Enough torture for one day..where's my heating pad and Bengay? I'm going to bed..

At LEAST I found my box of pictures....