Today, I was up in the attic wading through the boxes of shit my wife refuses to get rid of, looking for the outside Christmas lights. I accidentally tripped on one of the said boxes of shit, and as I stumbled, I stepped off of the plywood flooring onto the un-planked part of the attic floor directly above my son's room (he's home from college).
Next thing I know, my foot goes clean trough (up to my hip) the attic floor/ceiling in my son's room, right above his bed. He was in his bed working on his computer at the time, and I think he might have crapped his pants.
Yeah I'm a little pissed right now, but when I saw the picture my son took of my leg hanging through his bedroom ceiling, I couldn't help but laugh.