The Sweet Husband

The SH is my kind of crazy

LOL after the great Kolache caper this afternoon, the sweet husband starts putting the Amish Heater back in the wooden cabinet.
He finally gets it together and informs me that he believes he is Amish now since he can both repair and put their heaters together.
I asked if that meant he had to leave me since I am relatively sure there isn't an Amish bone in my body. He did quickly reassure me that it would be a package deal.

Then the circus came back to town. Let me see if I can get the timeline straight, so that all the events that occur make sense.

When I got up from my nap, I was cold so I turned the heat up. An hour or so later, when the sweet husband decided to put the heater back together, he was hot, so he went and took off his sweatpants and slipped on an old pair of shorts.

He got the heater all back in the cabinet, tested it again and it still works, and as I started over to the table to help him, he decided he could slide it off the table alone.

It slid great, however, as it slid,it pulled a metal claw hammer off the table down and the claw part of the hammer fell flat across the toes on his left foot.

As he screamed and jumped, his shorts slid down, and I was really sorry he was hurt, truly I was. But............. I just saw more of him than I had seen in awhile, and it was hysterically funny, there was no hope for me. He was cursing at the top of his lungs, still holding on to the heater.

As I helped him sit it on the floor, and he pulled his pants up and hobbled to his chair, I informed him that I didn't think I had to worry about that Amish thing much, I was pretty sure his vocabulary would put an end to that deal.

I haven't seen any blood, can't feel anything but minor swelling, but he won't let me take his sock off because he is convinced that his toes will stay in the
sock.

I love this man, he is my kind of crazy.