Apparently the coffee table incident wasn’t enough to convince me to be cautious around pointy wooden tables. This time my nemesis was the end table. I don’t have a dramatic story for this one, but I do have a few more photos. Also, I really dug those Bert and Ernie pajamas.
See, it’s okay, I got a toy train out of the deal. On a side note, I think that teddy bear was a gift from my Uncle Vince.
It takes more than a flesh wound to keep me from having a good time on my horse.
I never learn. Here I am, a few months later, hunting for Easter eggs around that malicious end table. While we’re here, I might as well point out that my Uncle Dale got me that Coast to Coast semi when he worked for the company.