As many of you know, I am quite the accident-prone clutz. Always managing to hurt myself in the most unlikely of ways has become the norm for me. However, after almost 4 years of marriage, I think I'm starting to rub off on Ben. :)
Yesterday we were at his brother's house and they were working up in the attic, trying to re-route some cables. Ben is quite tall, and the attic is quite low... guess what happened? Yup, he stood up too fast and in a not-so-roomy part of the attic and bonked his head on a beam. This is what he has to show for it.





