... when I began screaming at the top of my lungs, "DON'T FALL! DON'T FALL! STOP! EVERYONE IS FALLING! S T O P !!!!"
And since Rick has a history of falling, you can understand her concern. She came a-runnin'! And she was screaming herself. Orders were flying out of her mouth as to what we should do. Foam was darn close to coming out of her mouth, too, she was so worried.
For some reason, she wasn't too thrilled with me when I showed her what I was actually screaming about...
he he he.
I mean, those little guys could've gotten hurt if they'd actually hit the ground!
Wanna know what's really scary? That I screamed because a little back scratcher was falling over? Nope.
My messy desk. Now THAT'S a nightmare.