Buy a Damn Step Stool!

During my recent cleaning and reorganizational spree I moved all of my books into my walk in closet. I put them on unused shelves to high for me to reach.

I do keep a nice foldable step-stool in the kitchen, but Will has claimed it. So it stays in the kitchen. Every time I want to read a book, or put one back, I have to go to the kitchen, get the step stool, carry it through the bedroom and into the closet. When I'm done, I take it back. It's a pain in my kiester. (Well, actually, my shins. But I'll get to that soon enough!)

One day I actually added step stool to my shopping list as I left the house and then I talked myself out of it. Really, what's the big deal with carrying the one stool back and forth. I can find lots of better uses for $20.

After finishing up my shower this evening, I went into the closet to pick out a book. I didn't want to go out of the bedroom or Will would follow me back into the closet and I wouldn't have a chance to pick out a book undisturbed. I looked all over my bedroom for anything that could lift me that extra 12 inches.

The only half-decent option I found was a sturdy, small trash can. So I turn it up side down and tried it out. It worked. Doesn't feel like the sturdiest thing in the world, but I don't plan on needing it but about 3 minutes.

At two and a half minuets the bottom of the trash can gives out and both my feet slide through the middle of the broken and ripped hard plastic. There I am: holding in my hand the book I was looking for, both feet inside an upside down trash can, staring at my clothing and I can feel blood dripping down my legs.

When I managed to get out of the trash I had 6-8 4-inch long lacerations on each calf. At first, they didn't hurt much. But they bled. Then they started hurting. And hurt more. Swole a little. Soon, the pain was so bad my legs would jerk when a breeze blew over a laceration. I've taken ibuprofen, put ice on them, put pain relieving antibiotic ointment on them . . . There is really only one thing left to do.

Buy a damn step stool!