Clumsy

I mentioned before that Brian has been working on framing our basement.  He had a little accident this weekend when stepping off a chair.  Here's a conversation that he had with Jack about hurting his foot:

Brian: See, Jack, I hurt my foot.

Jack: How?

Brian: I stepped off the chair and twisted my ankle and heard something pop.

Jack: Maybe it was your brain.

I had my own accident this weekend, about five minutes before church.  I walked into a door.  Twice.  Only the last time resulted in what you see below.  (Pictures taken after putting ice on the bump for about 30 minutes.)

 









I always thought there's a good chance that I'll kick the bucket by falling down stairs, but maybe it'll be by walking into a door.