It's just as good as being a millionaire. Erica and I were talking briefly at church last night and we came to the conclusion that I just might be the next Erica Marxer. In spirit that is. This all came about when I was walking off of the platform after church last night and my shoe got stuck on my skirt and I pretty much tripped my way down the stairs. I found Erica and told her that she must be rubbing off on me because so far in the last three weeks I have fallen in a parking lot, rolled down a mountain side, and now this. I am averaging about one slip a week. She laughed and told me that it had been a while since she had fallen. So we decided that because of the move in all, she must be passing the mantle of clumsiness on to me. What an honor! I just hope Caleb will not be too embarrassed when I go sliding down the freezer section of Stater Bros cause someone dropped a piece of ice on the floor.