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So....  I have this character flaw.  I have this huge need to laugh when people hurt themselves.  Tonight Blake was putting up a new ceiling fan in our family room.  He sent me out to the garage to get him a screw driver. While I was out there, I heard a loud crash from inside.  I ran in to find the step stool turned over, our coffee table turned over and Blake flat on his back squished between the coffee table and the big chair with his legs partially up in the air and a look of total shock on his face.  I couldn't even ask him if he was ok.  I just turned around and ran back out to the garage until I could control myself.  I went back into the house, but I couldn't look at him or talk to him because I knew I would burst out laughing.  I hope I never forget what he looked like laying there like that - anytime I need a good laugh, I'm going to drag that one out of the back of my mind.  He has a huge bruise on his leg and a nasty looking scrape on his arm.  Bless his heart. I was finally able to tell him a couple of minutes ago that I was sorry that he hurt himself and he said,  "No, you aren't.  You think its funny."  

We'll see

This is Just a Test!!!