Misery loves company for sure

So I have this vicious scrape on the back of my leg. There’s only so many times I can tell you about stupid things I do before I wonder if you’ll get concerned that I might actually be an idiot.

There’s only so much deprecating humor can do to convince you that I’m not.

You know, sometimes I think I might actually be an idiot. Sometimes the things I do…

My dad spent the week here at our house because my brother was on an epic fishing trip. When Pop stays over he sleeps on The Bandit’s bottom bunk and the boy sleeps up top. Usually the top bunk isn’t even made – it’s just all full of stuffed animals and stuff. So I climbed up there to clear a hole for the kid and put on some sheets.

OK, full disclosure.

I didn’t climb up there exactly. I stood on the bottom bunk and then took a step onto the nightstand. That was when things went wrong. There was teetering that happened so fast I didn’t even have time to grab hold before the nightstand flipped out from under me and I went flying.

Additionally, I’d like to mention that I’ve done this move a bunch of times before — the standing on the nightstand part, not the flying part — and nothing gymnastic ever happened.

Still, as I lay there on a floor littered with Legos and Nerf gun bullets contemplating broken bones and whether anyone would notice if I couldn’t get the blood out of the carpet, I told myself I got exactly what I deserved for doing something so stupid.

Later my pride was slightly mollified when My Honey fell off the front porch.

Of one thing I’m completely certain. We don’t jump back up as fast as we used to.