This is my ladder. I’ve had it for over 20 years.

Twenty years is a long time to have a ladder. It’s not that I haven’t thought about getting a new ladder once in a while. It’s just that 1) I’m cheap, 2) I only need a ladder around the holiday season (related to the “I’m cheap” thing), and 3) this ladder has history.   

In the above photos, you can see some of the Lovely Miss Courtney’s art/literary work from many years ago. On the left, a Christmas message (“Christmas is here; Jingle Bells Jingle Bells” and faintly on the lower board – “Ho Ho”). And then on the right, an important warning.

Of course, the bossy ladder company had to get into the act with their own art/literary work. Let me just say, the warning on the right means absolutely nothing to me. No ladder company is going to tell me where I can stand on my own ladder. Plus, this ladder is so old and so shaky, I’m pretty sure standing on the lowest step is probably just as dangerous as standing on the highest step. So it really doesn’t matter anymore. Anyone who uses this ladder (i.e., me) is taking his life into his hands.

And finally, part of what was accomplished today with my death-trap ladder. The day before Thanksgiving, and I already have Christmas stuff on the house.

And as an added bonus, I used the ladder once again and lived to tell about it.