He fell off the ladder last night in the garage trying to fix the overhead light. He bruised his toes pretty badly as he was wearing flip-flops. He was on the phone with his cousin, who is a Master Electrician, and wasn't much help when he fell as he was laughing too hard. Hubs yelled for me, but I was in the back of the house with our youngest giving him his bath. Woman's intuition, I knew he would get hurt doing that because he is (1) afraid of heights, and (2) NOT and electrician. Falling or electrocution was bound to happen.
This morning he is playing the sympathy card saying his foot hurts and can't do this or can't do that. Something that was closer for him to do than to call me from the other room kind of sympathy. Yeah. So when I give him 'the look' he says, and I quote: "What!? My foot hurts. I was trying to fix the light out there for you so you could do laundry".