it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt

So, you knew it was bound to happen. We can't have this much remodeling happening on a house and not have some type of injury. I was at work, but here's the best I can figure from the accounts I was told when I got home.

Mom and Dad were hanging the crown moulding in my bedroom. Dad was standing on the step stool and Mom was standing on a gallon can of paint to help hold up the moulding while Dad was screwing it in. After Mom was done, she stepped away and Dad moved the can to get it out of his way. A little later, Dad went to step off his stool back onto the ground and his foot caught the edge of the paint can (which he admits was exactly where he had put it) and he completely lost his balance. Having a hammer in one hand and nails in the other, he didn't really have much chance to break his fall and his head, just above his eye, on his eyebrow, hit the floor. And, if you recall, that room has cement floors. Ouch. To make this even more fun, Dad had his glasses on which only helped to create a nice little gash where his head made contact.

I wasn't here, but Mom said it bled like a pig (for you non-southerners, that means "a lot"). Dad says it's fine now and has it covered with a band-aid. I offered to take a photo for the blog, but Dad opted not to.

Good news of the day: the crown moulding is up in my bedroom and it looks beautiful (will take photos when the base boards are in too).

Bad news of the day: Dad may possibly have a black eye tomorrow. We'll see.