Two years ago I brought home two recipe tins from my Grandma's house that belonged to my great great aunt with the intention of scanning them and making a book for my family members (my super crafty idea here).
The night before last I FINALLY got to them. I took both drawers out and laid them on the floor so I could look through them. After an hour I got a little bored and went to do laundry. While I was putting away the laundry I tripped over one of the tins. It had a bent corner in the back and caught between two of my toes! Yea! It bled profusely and I had to have my DH tend to my foot.
Ironically my aunts name was Grace. haahaaaa.