Thanksgiving a few years ago:

Julie and I cleaned out the shed in my backyard. We hung up Christmas lights, had a table and makeshift/half-broken chairs, a mirror, and hung up a poster Julie made.

I don't remember if it was Thanksgiving night or the night after, but we decided to have dinner in the shed. At the time my house was going through some remodeling and so getting in and out of the house and into the backyard was difficult, because steps hadn't been built yet. Anyway, Julie stayed in the shed while I went into the house to grab some food. I gathered a few packets of Gogurt, two glasses, and I think some orange juice.

Now, the task was to get out of the house safely with this food. Being the stubborn person that I am, I didn't want to make two trips so I bear-hugged all of these things and decided I would take a chance. See, the problem was that I placed a not-so-sturdy chair next to the house to step onto since we didn't have steps built.

So there I go, bear-hugging this shit and stepping onto this chair, and BAM! There I land on the wet grass. The fall was about 4 feet, but I landed with my ribs on bricks! Needless to say, I had the air knocked out of me. So there I am, rolling around on the wet grass, in the dark, covered in Gogurt and broken glass. Gasping for air, I crawl over to the shed and all I could get out was, "oooh oooh I can't breathe".

Guess Julie's reaction? She laughed her ass off.
Yup, I thought I was dying and my best friend was laughing at me.
Good times.