I believe I failed to mention a pretty ridiculous happening. When I was unpacking the moving truck at the storage unit…I fell off the truck.

Fell. Off. The. Truck.

Who am I?! Either way, I was most upset because my great-grandmother’s chair (which is over 100 years old) was what I was holding when I slipped. It only suffered a small crack. I, on the other hand, have a giant bruised knee, busted toe, and a shrinking ego.

However, my six-year-old self would want you to know that “I didn’t even cry!”