Frank and Ringo Knocked Me Out

The first thing you'll need to understand is that Frank and Ringo are the names of the puppets which are attached to my ring (Ringo) and middle (Frank) fingers on my right hand. It all started when...

The couch came in today. Some of you remember the discussions based around moving a certain rug when we put up our Christmas tree. Today was the total living room remodeling (minus the rug) day. We had taken the old couch out, brought the first piece of the new one to the porch and were informed that we (my dad and I) were now also in charge of moving the heavy piece of the entertainment center (because it still had the t.v. on it). This is where our fun began. After getting the piece to the place it was going, we only needed to set and place it precisely. At this point, on of the legs of said heavy piece decided it no longer enjoyed being attached, which thrust the corner of said piece down onto two of my fingers making large cuts in two of my fingertips. These fingertips ultimately get taped up with some gauze, and faces drawn on them and become Ringo and Frank. This however isn't where the story ends. But this is where I put in my most important note to my wife... A Plasma television would never have cause the scare you went through today.

After the cutting part, I went to the kitchen to clean my finger tips. Not a lot of pain at this point, and I figured once the bleeding stopped things would be normal. Until I started walking back into the living room. I started to feel a little dizzy, so I sat at our table and asked my mom to get me some water. I remember her passing me the water, me taking a little sip, and in my mind, I then set the water bottle on the table. The next thing I remember is looking at a puddle of water on the floor and my dad talking to me.

Apparently I missed some key things there in the middle. One of these things was the primal scream of a mother as she watched her son pass out. I apparently allowed this very laptop to break the fall of my head while I fell over and spilt my water. Jenny hasn't forgiven me for the worry I put her through (and I'm sure if I spent the rest of the day with my parents, they wouldn't have either). I got really hot and sweaty so they moved me to the floor to lay down and got a fan to blow air on me. There is snow outside and I wanted the fan on.

It didn't take long until I felt fine. I don't remember my moms scream, or the head hitting the laptop, or how my mom, dad, and wife got all around me, but I will never forget this day.

It is the first time in my life I can add passing out to my ever growing list of accomplished injuries.

Merry Christmas me.