My DH and I were laying on the living room floor together while the kids played Super Smash Bros on the Wii.
DH said something about how he was having difficulty with something, and I had one of those nice quick fix items that would really help him.
Anyway, I put my foot on the edge of the couch and pushed off to stand up so I could go get him the thing that he needed. And, low and behold...cut the CRAP out of my toe.
I was sitting there cross legged trying to keep the blood from pouring on our carpet and DH asks if I need help. I say "Will you please go get me a paper towel from the kitchen?" (about 10 feet away).
DH sighs loudly and says "EVERY TIME! EVERY TIME I TRY TO RELAX!" (He's been laying in there for at least an hour.)
I was like "The kids are in the middle of something and I AM BLEEDING EVERYWHERE! Please drop the attitude and get me something so I can get off our white carpet and go clean this up. It hurts!"
DH got up to get it for me, and told me that he wished that I could do something for myself once in a while. Then told me that he thought it would be best if I didn't come near him for the rest of the night.
Thanks for the concern DH. How dare I cut myself while going to go get up and do you a favor. And how dare I ask you for help!