Eric was doing the laundry earlier today while I was getting dressed (He cooks and changes diapers, too. Mr. Right indeed!). It seemed like a good time to get ready for the day, seeing as how it was 12:30 pm....Hours of nursing, feeding, cleaning, playing and napping had passed and I was only just getting showered and dressed well past noon.
Such is the rockstar lifestyle I'm livin' over here. Woo!
Anyway, Eric was doing laundry and I heard a Crash! from the hallway. Thinking he'd dropped something, I poked my head out to see if everything was OK.
Eric had dropped himself.
He was crumpled up on the floor holding his head in his hands. Turns out he was turning from the washer to load it with more clothes and cracked his head on the bathroom door frame. I ran to go get him some ice and upon returning saw what he'd done to himself. He had the biggest scariest looking welt on his temple that it has ever been my displeasure to see.
Wow!
And, uh, no. He wouldn't let me photograph it. Not even for posterity!
There's a glimpse of married life with me: first I check in on health and safety concerns and then I consider running for my camera. Foiled!
However, I now know why they refer to bumps on the head as "goose eggs".
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The checking came before the camera, he's got nothing to complain about.
Exactly! He totally wouldn't let me photograph it, either.
Phooey!
He needed to think of how he could use photographic evidence of his injury to his advantage.
He could have milked that one for a lot. Or at least made up outrageous stories about how it happened.
Ouch! I hope he is doing okay!!
He could have milked that one for a lot. Or at least made up outrageous stories about how it happened.
Bar fight. Got hit with a beer bottle. You should see the other guy.....
Hee!
Awesome.
Darn, no photo.
You need to get him to sign some sort of inclusive photo release, covering all future injuries.
He came to the nuisance.
OUCH, I hope he is okay!
He's OK, really.
He now looks like he's wearing purple eyeshadow on his left eye, though. The goose egg has turned into a black eye.
not goose eggs - cocos - have you forgot the few Jamaican words Mom taught you?
Glad he's feeling better and I know the "other guy" must be mincemeat, either that or you need a new rolling pin ;>
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