I was upstairs, huffing and puffing and pushing and pulling some bookcases all around. I was determined to get our guest bedroom finished and up and running... just in case anyone would choose to drop by and you know, want to spend a night or two.
Elizabeth was upstairs, too, doing her nails... or something just as important, while I huffed and puffed and pushed and pulled.
Downstairs Rick was fixing dinner.
All of a sudden both Liz and I heard a shriek. A scream. A groan. And then silence. Silence is never good. My heart stopped.
"Rick! RICK!! RICK, ARE YOU OKAY!!!!"
No answer... so we both flew down the stairs expecting the worse.
"WHAT'S WRONG!!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!!????"
"No. I can't get the lid off the potato salad."
I tell ya, that man is gonna be the death of me. If he lives long enough.