Furniture wrestling

Rich and I decided to build the dresser/changing table last night. All was going well we were down to just the drawers and the backing. I was sitting on the floor assembling the drawers while he attached the backing. All of a sudden one of the drawers tipped and cracked me right in the eye before I could move or catch it. So, of course I scream in surprise and start crying.

My husband, the super calm one, keeps asking me what happened. I, of course, can't talk so I motion to the drawer and my eye. So he immediately asks if I'm bleeding - as if I can see it! We figure that I am not and he cleans up the cut I DID manage to give myself below the eye. He put me on the couch with ice and finishes up our project. When he comes to check on me all I can ask is if I have a shiner - I just can't imagine coming into work and trying to explain that one.

I'm fine - unless I point it out you can't even see where I got hit. Still would've been nice to have the day off :-)