It probably says something about the state of (un)organization in our house that Jill could knock a whole rack of jewelry tools off the coffee table onto her foot. Or maybe the tools jumped. Who knows?
So we're sitting there watching TV and calmly (I thought) putting together kits, when suddenly there is this crash and yelp from Jill. The first thing Jill says is (Jill being Jill): "Go get the camera." Well, actually, that's not true. The first thing she said was :"?*&@#%, that hurts" in an obvious ploy for sympathy. And THEN she said, "go get the camera."
Now I don't know about you, but when I get attacked by inanimate objects, I usually think "first aid", THEN "camera." It just goes to prove: anything for the blog.