*gives miss Jaye, Miss Prissy and gumpsmom the evil eye* So - I now have 2 loaves of bread - homemade egg salad (WHOO HOOO!! IT WORKS - Thanks to whomever's DH gave the tip!) and am awaiting for my Sally Lunn dough to finish its first rise. Where's the injury you ask? In all of the above processes...my kitchen step stool is in DD's room because we gutted it and just finished last night hanging the drywall. I needed to reach the sugar and AP flour to make my Sally Lunn bread. AH HA!! I know! I'll just stand on the kitchen chair to reach it! Never once thinking my jogging pants are long... hmmmmm..... So I'm up...reaching...reaching.... GOT IT! ME!! I'm good..No injuries (after all, they are ladder back farm chairs with rush seats...) - so... I go to step OFF the chair and dont you know.. my freaking PANT LEG gets caught on one of the knobs on the seat and ..... BACKWARDS I GO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm thinking to myself... "Hmmm...wonder how far I am from the glass in the kitchen door?" as I'm falling backwards and I hear RIIIIIIIIIPPPP *screams pursue* OMG WHAT WAS THAT?! *still falling backwards at this point...havent hit the ground yet...* (amazing what goes through your mind as you're tumbling at an alarming rate of speed even YOU didn't think was possible - and all from 3 feet ) OW! Searing PAIN! OUCH OUCH! I think to myself... WTH? As I go crashing to the floor - WITH THE CHAIR - *WHEW! I didnt hit the glass in the door thankfully* - and there I sit on the kitchen floor with an upturned chair , ripped pants - shin in burning like the dickens. Why you ask? Because the stupid pants NEVER LET GO of the chair and I raked my leg all the way down it But I have my bread made...my Sally Lunn rising...and egg salad Excuse me whilst I go gob neosporin on my wounds ROFL!!!!!!