Yesterday I had a not so brilliant idea. I decided to go up in the attic. I am deathly scared of heights. When I was in middle school my siblings talked me into climbing into a small tree house. I was stuck there for hours crying and my sister who is 6 1/2 years younger than me had to show me how to get down (thanks Jerusha!). So you would think A. I wouldn't try to go into the attic B. I would have stopped when I got halfway up and looked down and broke into a sweat. Nope, not me! I got to the top and went through all of our boxes finding Isaac's old 3-6month baby clothes for Israel to wear. While I was up there I also found bibs, socks, glider, bouncer,johnny jumper, and bathtub....kinda funny since Isaac said he looked through every box and couldn't find these items! Anywhoo, I collected my goodies and was ready to head back down. That's when the drama began. I had to call Isaac over. Before he came up though he tightened a bolt on the ladder which really made me freak out. Once he came up he showed me 3 different ways I could get back down the ladder. None of these ways made me feel better. All I could picture was slipping in my own sweat and my brains being all over the garage floor. Instead I sat on the attic floor and cried big crocodile tears and told Isaac was going to starve to death in the attic ( yea, I know I'm pretty dramatic ha ha). Eventually I made it down, shaky and sweaty. Needless to say Isaac is going to have to get every item I need before he deploys :)
Gun range! It was a lot of fun shooting the handgun. If anyone breaks into the house while Isaac is gone I feel bad for them. I got all "kill shots" and only missed twice...it hit the legs :)
