I've always thought the staples of life were milk, bread, toilet paper ... you know, items you purchase when a tornado or ice storm (in Texas) is about to hit. Well, I now have two industrial staples in my head. Be warned the first image is the most tame. I'll tell the story & give you the close-up version at the end (looks like I have big ears).

Our Blue house attracts people. We love it. I even encourage it. Tuesday night the house was fluttering with parents & kids. Everyone was eating homemade pizza & pasta. There was dancing & laughing ... then bed for the little ones. Jessica stayed behind at my request to visit.
We sat on the couch talking. I went to do something in the kitchen & shattered my favorite salt shaker. It fell from the cabinet & smashed into pieces. Being me, I went straight for the broom. Next I stand up & SLAM my head into the open cabinet door corner --yes, the corner you never want to meet. Poor Jessica had no idea what happened. She called Danny & he came home from work immediately. We spent the next 6 hours in the ER waiting room.
The doctor said I definitely went unconscious. Not sure how he could figure that out after waiting close to 6 hours. They performed a CAT-scan & found nothing but a small, but very deep gash. They 'numbed' the area. It didn't bother me one bit. Danny, however, was squeezing my hand so tight. Then came the stable GUN. Ouch. Super ouch. Stop here if you don't want to see it up close and personal. The wet part is anit-bacterial ointment.