Happy New Year

It's not always my fault. Well...ok, I guess it is, but there's always extenuating circumstances. This is about one of those circumstances. The majority of our work is done in new homes, there is no lighting and the only electricity is provided by two electrical outlets. No, I didn't get a shock. I don't blame you for suspecting though. We do have to provide our own lighting. I was working on a set of stairs. Now. Let me tell you about this set of stairs, 17, that's right, 17 from top to bottom. Who builds a house that needs 17 stairs to get from one floor to the next, COME ON PEOPLE, give your heads a shake. What are you thinking? Of course I was at the top when it happened. You know when you have a big idea and that light bulb glows brightly above the head in the cartoons. Yeah, well that's not what happened. I bent over to examine the fit of the nosing I had just cut when my forehead touched the light bulb I had attached to the railing. O!M!G! We're talking the type of heat that gives Hell, arguably, it's most undesirable characteristic. You guessed it, it was a Hellogen bulb, yeah I know, right now you're thinking "Ed, you spelled that wrong". That's only because you've never rested your forehead on one. Oh no, let me tell you, it's the clowns who invented these things who spelled it wrong. Instant blister, and, not just where my forehead touched it, my whole head. Now I'm looking like one of those big headed aliens...except I don't have those spindly arms and legs, so I'm looking like an obese big headed alien...oh yeah, and I don't have those big black bulging eyes either, so I'm looking like a visually impaired, obese, big headed alien. I'm feeling faint, my brain takes over. "Not again, 12 or 13 steps I can handle, 14 on a good day, maybe 15 at my best, 17, not a chance". I black out. I come to. What a brain, it thrust my hand into the quick grab adhesive I was using for the nosing and grabbed a railing spindle. Ha! I'm still at the top of the stairs. The glue holding my hand to the spindle has advanced from the adhesion stage to the adhered stage, so I'm stuck here. Not to worry, I have a pry bar and rubber hammer at hand. I can pry out a filet or two and pound out the spindle. I'm on my way to the hospital any way, maybe they can remove it surgically. Now, I don't know if any of you know this about me, I don't like drawing attention to myself. To avoid attention I once walked halfway to the cabin from the little beach in inconspicuous silence ( I would have made it all the way except my little sister let the entire population know I had a fish hook in my leg). When I get to the hospital I plan on pretending the spindle is a cane, the big head might draw a few stares though.

P.S. This happened in December so I'm still accident free for 2016

Have a great day

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