The Toe Incident

A few months ago, we were in a hotel somewhere. I woke up one morning to what looked like a massacre in my bed. There was blood on the comforter, blood on the sheets, a bloody pillow on the floor. There's also a blood trail to the bathroom along with a bloody towels in the bathroom. I couldn't even begin to try and figure out what happened.

I finally figured out later what happened. Eric had apparently gotten up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and busted his toe open on a suitcase on the floor. He didn't yell, didn't bother to turn on the bathroom light and look at it. He just peed, and went back to bed. So his toe was pretty busted and bled all over the place.

I have no clue how he didn't yell or anything. It was really bad looking. Oh and then he decided to just put a pair of socks on the next morning with out cleaning it or bandaging it. So a few hours later, I was picking sock fuzz out of his open wound with tweezers. He was not happy. He definitely yelled then.

And I wish I had a picture of him wearing red Crocs on his busted foot and Doc Martens on his other foot for the rest of the day.