I had a very exciting weekend! First, I typed The End on Book 4 on Thursday afternoon, an entire week before my deadline. My plan was to let it sit for a day or so, and then start reading it again for any last minute changes. I honestly can’t remember what I did on Friday — this is typical after I finish a book. I know I went to the post office to finally mail prizes to a couple of you! And I may have gone grocery shopping.

Friday evening, bolstered by the knowledge I need to write a sheikh novella very soon, I talked the hubby into watching Lawrence of Arabia for the gazillionth time. I do love that movie. The desert, Omar Sharif, the horses, the camels, the locations (the buildings were actually Moorish buildings in Spain, but the desert scenes are in Jordan). Gorgeous scenery, fabulous story. I’ve actually read the book on which the movie is based — twice. Lawrence was quite a wordsmith. (There’s a whole other side to the story about the Arab perspective, which he does not necessarily portray accurately, but that’s another topic.)

On Saturday, we had planned to go to dinner with my parents. We’d arranged it earlier in the week, and once I remembered we were doing so, I was quite excited about it. We have discovered a wonderful German restaurant in town that has authentic food and decor. It’s like being transported to a German cafe! (And no, for the locals reading, I am NOT talking about Olde Heidelberg.)

While waiting for my parents to arrive, I decided I wanted to get my Autumn wreath out of the attic. Big mistake. I have never gone into the attic for a reason, I later realized.

The repairman assures me that people stepping through the ceiling is quite common, in fact. I now have a large hole in my kitchen ceiling, and I scared the bejeebers out of myself when I took a step and there was no floor beneath me. My leg punched through, I fell on my wrist, and my kitchen looked like it had snowed because of the insulation everywhere.

Fortunately, aside from the hole, there was no lasting damage. My wrist is doing better, and my thigh isn’t as bruised as I thought it would be. I scared my poor hubby to death, and he informs me that he’s never seen the cat’s tail that poofed out before. Apparently I scared her too. πŸ™‚

Sunday was quite normal in contrast, and yesterday I sent my book to my editor. How was your weekend? Any adventures? Have you done something so dumb as step through the ceiling before? Come on, make me feel better! Tell me your embarrassing or silly adventures.