Originally Posted by DebbieJJ

Yeah, building the house, I fell thru an open spot (long story)in the floor that we covered up with a black plastic sheet during a very bad thunderstorm, and twisted one of my knees. Would you believe this room turned out to be my sewing room? Then there were the times I got splinters in my hands the size of toothpicks. And my neck........from looking up while DH needed help putting ceiling tiles in....the list just goes on. And that's just me -- DH has his own stories. Let's just say, we would hire the labor out next time! But we're proud of our home, and even though it's not professional, it suits us, and it's paid for.