The only one on the walls, or I should say ceiling, was me Tom.....

About 10 o'clock I went upstairs to get a small bag of toys that Marty had bought at school for his brother and sister. I had put them in the second floor bathroom to keep them hidden from the kids. Well, the second floor bathroom is torn down to the studs and floor joists. A project that I have been nursing along now for about a year.... (we won't get into that right now..). I successfully crossed the first two floor joists without issue. The third was a bit more complicated and within the wink of an eye I found myself hanging from that very same joist with my lower body suspended through the ceiling of the first floor bathroom..... My lovely wife came running up from the basement to see what had made the loud crash, found nothing and went back to wrapping presents. My legs by the way were a mere 10 feet from the basement door that she came out of. Guess she didn't look high enough.

Needless to say, I now have two bathrooms that are being renovated. And of course, a very large bruise on my left butt cheek.