I am grateful that both of us aren’t accident-prone, it seems to just be me. Here’s one of my more infamous injuries…

I remember us removing strange pink marble edging from around our front flower bed in the Spring of 2021. I hated the look of it, and it just had to go. After Seth had ripped it out and put it by our curb, I decided it needed to be facing ‘pretty-side’ out so that passers-by could see that it was marble and, hopefully, take it off our hands. As I was leaving for work in the morning, I decided a quick flip around was a good idea. I ran out to the curb in my Birkenstock sandals and lifted one side of the marble slab. I just about had it flipped around when the other end slid off and landed on my unprotected big toe. Ouch! That’s going to leave a mark, I thought to myself. I looked down, and my toenail was cracked in half, down the middle. I ran upstairs, tried to bandage it as best I could, and drove to work with my left foot up on the dashboard, trying to stop the bleeding.