Heh... I was sweeping the floor one day (on rare occasions I have been known to do domestic shit) and was maneuvering around the kitchen table and my then girlfriend when I tapped the glass globe covering the overhead lamp. It didn't fall right away so, thinking that everything was fine, went on with sweeping. About 15 seconds later it'd wiggled itself free and shattered on my head.
I don't know how many of you have ever had a serious head gash, but those fuckers bleed like a bitch. So I'm standing there, blood streaming down my forehead into my eyes, girlfriend standing there with that 'deer in headlights' look until I say "Mind getting me a fucking towel and some shoes, please? I gotta get to the hospital."
Gouged my mellon up pretty severe, caught me on the upper lip and ear, and some minor fallout on my feet (no socks or shoes). Ahh, fun times.
My wife now does the sweeping. I think it's probably for the best.
