Sloss Furnace was awesome.

I screamed.  A lot.  I said some bad words (sometimes it just happens). 

And I fell. 

Like seriously.  My face made contact with the ground. 

It was a fall of such epic proportions that one of the actors (I think he was dressed as a horribly creepy clown type thing) completely broke character to help me up and ask me if I was okay. 

Story of my life. 

Katie fell a few minutes later, though.  I like to think that her fall canceled out my fall.  That’s how it works, right?

I think that’s why she and I are such good friends.  She makes me feel better about myself…

I know that my life is fabulous, because it seems like every few days there is a moment where I have to stop, take a deep breath, and remind myself that this is all real. I really am this blessed.

I had one of those moments last night on the car ride home from Birmingham.  Tears were streaming down my face from laughter, my throat was sore from singing pop hits from the 90s at the top of my lungs, and I realized that there was absolutely nowhere in the world that I would have rather been .

A few months ago, I was convinced that my life was over and that the world, as I knew it, was ending.

I am so, so glad that I was wrong.

A few months ago, I swallowed a staple.  (I mentioned that before, I think.)

Some of my friends in the medical field told me that the said staple could cause big problems and make me really sick. 

I am so, so glad that they were wrong.