Scared out of my skin just now.
I was downstairs, and I heard someone coming down the stairs and the next thing I know all I heard was
BOOM%$CLICK$^BANG!@POP)*POW$%CLASH#%BIMMITY&%PIP*&PANG#*WOP#%WICKITY*^WACK$&WILLIKERS*&WOPBOBBALUBOPAWOPBAMBOOM
Y'all.
I said lawd have mercy.
I ran to the stairs and my dad was holding his head at the middle landing and at the bottom of the stairs was two boxes labelled "glass jars".
The good news is: My dad wasn't hurt (whew). Also, most of the glass jars were still intact.
My heart rate is still up y'all. I mean geez.
And I got some gettin right with God to do, cause all kinds of frenzied profanity ran through my head in this ordeal.
But I'm okay now.