And The Beat Goes On

So last I left you with frogs in my house, right? well since then the frogs have been aprehended, they were hiding out on the bug zapper. The irony just cracks me up! With the house in shambles the bug zapper is sitting in the hallway waiting to go to the basement for the fall. There they were sitting on top of it, as if waiting for it to go on to catch some tastey flies.
Now I have big black grasshopper/crickets in my house. They are huge, they are noisy and they are all over. Yes it has something to do with "The Boy", just don't ask.
So my husband was upstair ripping up the floor so we can insulate over the hallway, before winter hits. So he is using a crobar and uses the curved end to wedge under the wood and them grabs the straight end and pulls back toward him, thus ripping up the wood. So he is up there ripping away and then all of a sudden between the yells of some country song on the raido up there....I hear some moans & groans. So I throw some toys at the babys and lock them in the room & fly up the stairs. There he is laying on the floor holding his knee moaning. Now you have to understand that I call him my six million dollar man. He was in the military and has been patched, rebuild, graphed back together & bullets plucked out of him. Mind you not because he was a clutz but because he has seen about every form of action in the field you can. So anyway the six million dollar man is rolling on the floor and I ask what the hell happened. Between groans & moans I got that when he pulled back the edge of a board broke off and the straight sharp end hit him in the knee and lifted his knee cap. So off to the hospital he went with our friend Al. Al is a whole different story that I will get to at a later date, so if you see me refer to Virgil & Wyatt Erap...I am really talking about Al - aka Virgil & Wyatt - aka my husband. Anyway it would seem that he has fractured 2 bones in his knee. He came home with crutches and this sock looking thing on his knee. Are we having fun yet?