Is there anything that sucks worse than stepping on a Lego?

[Blueface]

I thought this was behind me with my kids being over 20.
Then a grandson came along and yeah, I know exactly what you are talking about.
Man that hurts!

[HK3-]

Stepping on jax suck as well. I also hate it when somebody leaves a cabinet door open in the kitchen and I bust the back of my head on them. BTW- punching the cabinet afterwards does nothing but make the wife mad.

[Mugen910]

Originally Posted by HK3-

Stepping on jax suck as well. I also hate it when somebody leaves a cabinet door open in the kitchen and I bust the back of my head on them. BTW- punching the cabinet afterwards does nothing but make the wife mad.

but I bet on video it woulda made me Hal

[shilala]

Originally Posted by HK3-

I also hate it when somebody leaves a cabinet door open in the kitchen and I bust the back of my head on them. BTW- punching the cabinet afterwards does nothing but make the wife mad.

Halliburton, my ex used to do that all the time. We'd be in the kitchen cooking and she'd leave every cupboard door open (and I DO mean every single farking one.). I'd turn around with a bowl full of whatever and catch a door right in the face. Either that, or I'd get blasted in the nads with the lower cupboard door.
She'd even open a door while I was picking something up from the floor so that I'd stand up and get stabbed in the top of my head and bleed all through dinner.
In retrospect, it was a rather genius strategy on her part.
Why she hated me so, I'll never know, but the charming things that'd come out of my mouth in those sorts of situations may have had something to do with it.

[HK3-]

Originally Posted by shilala

Halliburton, my ex used to do that all the time. We'd be in the kitchen cooking and she'd leave every cupboard door open (and I DO mean every single farking one.). I'd turn around with a bowl full of whatever and catch a door right in the face. Either that, or I'd get blasted in the nads with the lower cupboard door.
She'd even open a door while I was picking something up from the floor so that I'd stand up and get stabbed in the top of my head and bleed all through dinner.
In retrospect, it was a rather genius strategy on her part.
Why she hated me so, I'll never know, but the charming things that'd come out of my mouth in those sorts of situations may have had something to do with it.