I fell out of a tree house.
Last Saturday night, I got drunk and fell out of a tree house. Or, rather, I fell out of the rope contraption that one uses to descend from the tree house. The tree house and rope belong to my friend Aaron Weaver. The injuries I sustained belong to me. The things I'm learning or understanding since the fall belong to God. Before all that, though, let's look at Holly Bagwell's description of the
