New Years weekend was very low key in our house, which is exactly how I like it: Home with the family, stuffing our faces, watching movies, taking down Christmas decorations. My husband spent New Year's morning on the roof taking down the Christmas lights. I followed him up there with the brand new camera Santa brought me to play around with it and see if I could get some good shots. But, before I got a chance to take any pictures, he pointed out that my shoelace had come untied. I handed the camera over to him and asked him to hold onto it for just a second while I bent down to lace my boot back up.

From this forward, I'm not quite sure how the events that occurred happened; I just know that they did. One second I was tying my shoe, the next I was watching my husband slide off the side off the roof - and I knew this wasn't something that was supposed to be happening because I heard God's name called followed by a long string of four letter words.

I jumped up and as I ran to the edge, I could feel my heart pounding through my chest. What the hell was I going to do? The thing that I loved most in this world, that helped me get out of bed in the morning, that gave me a sense of comfort and calm in such a crazy world -MY CAMERA!- could be gone in one big SPLAT!

Oh, and my husband too.

I peeked over the edge at my husband dangling on the edge, just over a small eve of the house, hanging on for dear life.

"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Do I look okay?"
"Did you drop the camera?"
"The camera? Who cares about the camera? Just help me up!"
"Who cares about the camera? I care about the camera!" "We're not really having this discussion right NOW, are we?"
"But it was expensive!"
"HELP ME!"
"Okay, okay. Jeeze. Just hang onto the camera tight, okay?"

This is when he began speaking to Jesus Christ with a bunch of expletives again. I wasn't paying attention, though, because I had to figure out a way to get him back up onto the roof. I knew I wasn't strong enough to lift him myself, so I had to come up with something. I remembered an old episode of McGyver where he made a pulley with a few blades of grass, some tree bark, and a cigarette. But I didn't have any of those things handy, so I fashioned together the craziest, most unheard of rescue invention ever; I call it The Rope. (I'm gonna patent that.)

The Good News: Husband and camera are doing well, both still in the original packaging in which they came.

The Bad News: I didn't get to take any pictures of said event.

Rock Star Mommy will be selling "The Rope" on the Home Shopping Network

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