Late last night, I was wrestling a bowl out of the dishwasher - it was wedged between the rack and a glass skillet pan lid - when I twisted the skillet lid just so, and it SHATTERED into a million pieces.
It was tempered glass, I think, so it wasn't as bad as it might have been, but the force of this explosion - I swear that's what it was! - sent a piece of glass into my finger, and sent glass everywhere, including the bottom of the dishwasher, where I had to use a piece of packing tape like a lint roller to pick up all the little bits (and of course I stepped on a piece this morning, too).
Seriously, I have no idea how this happened, really. I found exactly the right level of tension to destroy the thing? I was scarcely touching it! It was really kind of surreal.
This morning, I had finally dragged my sorry ass out of bed and was sitting in my usual chair, eating my breakfast, when Youngest Cat decided that he had to come attack Middle Cat, who was sitting nicely on the arm of my chair, and in the process, he (I blame Youngest Cat - never Middle Cat!) overturned my FULL GLASS OF ORANGE JUICE, which was sitting on the table next to my chair, into the tote bag full of books directly below the table. (Amusingly, much of it went into the back pocket of the bag, which appears to be somewhat waterproofed as it just held the juice like a bowl or pouch or something. Still, much shrieking ensued.)
Alas, such is the degree of interaction I've had with human beings in the last week or so that I have to turn to you, the internets, to find someone to tell about these events. So, tell me, my friends: what banal yet annoying thing have happened to you in the last week or so?
OK. This morning I had the dog on a leash, so she wouldn't run into the guest room & wake our houseguest. But I then wanted to take the dog, the newspaper and two cups of coffee upstairs.
So I hooked the leash over my wrist, tucked the paper under my arm and picked up a cup of coffee with each hand. Just as I was thinking, "This isn't such a good idea..." the dog took off, and one cup of coffee (the coffee in the hand attached to the wrist attached to the leash) flew in the air, scattered the contents across the kitchen, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.
How's that for early morning stupid? Makes me want to get on the list for assisted living....
TR
Posted by: Tenured Radical | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 12:30 PM
Why does the youngest cat always get the blame!
Posted by: littlemankitty | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 12:42 PM
I can commiserate with TR in particular, except in my case it was a leash wrapped around a finger that broke a bone instead of a cup.
Some days, I really want no audience at all for my incredible acts of stupidity and clumsiness. Not even the dogs. However, they're always around so they're guaranteed to see me at my worst.
Here's hoping the rest of your weekend proceeds far more smoothly, NK!
Posted by: Ancarett | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 12:55 PM
littlemankitty, clearly it's because we're terrible ageists, not because the youngest kitties could EVER actually be the problem! ;-)
And TR and Ancarett, thank you for making me feel less alone in my household mishaps!
Posted by: New Kid on the Hallway | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 01:01 PM
My New Kitty is going to new heights to annoy us...
Her latest adventure was to jump from a dresser to the top of the closet door. She was headed for a tall stack of plastic crates, which would have been a complete disaster.... She's also recently knocked stuff down in my office and from the top of a bookshelf in the bedroom.
Her most annoying new behavior is trying to get out the apartment door. I'm sure she thinks that just outside the front door is the land of catnip and kitty treats, and if only she can scoot past her evil captors, she'll be in perpetual kitty bliss. We've had to chase her several times and now are "training" her by tempting her to nose out the door and then ambushing her with the squirt bottle... maybe that will work.
Posted by: PhilosopherP | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 01:49 PM
I don't know about anything particularly annoying in the last week or so (nothing that sticks out in my mind right now, at least). But there was one night about a month and a half ago when I managed to break not one, but TWO glasses by knocking them off of my table onto my living room floor (which is all hard tile)... within less than the span of an hour.
Posted by: lifexhistory | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 02:11 PM
That happens every now and then with tempered glass - I lost a pyrex bowl once just by setting it down hard on a tile countertop.
Posted by: oliviacw | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 02:15 PM
I left my glasses at the massage therapist's office, and then spent three hours going back and getting them. How the hell did it take three hours, given that the massage therapist's office is only 20 minutes away?
Well, it was that I stopped for a smoothie, and then waited for a bus that didn't come, and then walked and missed another bus, and then went inside the video store because it was so hot, and then of course rented movies, which are great but don't exactly contribute to productivity...
Still, I hate broken glass. And Turandot broke both a lamp and a glass in one leap about a month ago, and I was NOT happy.
Posted by: Jane Dark | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 02:17 PM
My cats have a "romping period" every morning (right now it is post-romping-sleeping-from-exhaustion period, which means I should be taking advantage of it by doing work.)
I'm always setting down to read the paper and drink very hot tea, on my couch, on Saturday mornings, when they romp up, down, past, and over me, spilling hot tea all over my lap and reading materials.
Then there was the time that I successfully fended off the cats several times and put the mug down on the end table while chastising the cat who had nipped me. Lo and behold, as soon as I had done that the other cat came bounding up and over the end table to capture my lap, sending hot tea all over the couch and furniture and shattering the mug.
You'd think, after all that yelling and swearing, they would be traumatized enough to stay away from full mugs of hot tea. Nope.
Posted by: Sisyphus | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 02:31 PM
nothing drastic here. just hit the milestone (millstone?) that I've now officially gained all 20 pounds lost in 2006, back in 2007. that didn't take long, did it?
Posted by: timna | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 04:01 PM
Sorry about your annoyance. I have a story here... http://kwithoutborders.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-up-rach.html
Posted by: doc-in-training | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 06:50 PM
The most banal yet annoying of all ailments, the UTI. (Sorry if that's TMI. Doesn't it kind of make you feel better, though? :)
Posted by: Dr. Medusa | Sunday, June 03, 2007 at 08:12 PM
Well, in the past week I showed up at 6:45 for a 3;30 doctor's appt. (the 6:45 one is this week), got almost no work done in prepping my trip, lost a credit card only to find it after I'd cancelled it and paid for expedited delivery, found out that my campus office was attacked by a broken water pipe (yes, there was damage), lost my cat sitter, have had a broken dishwasher since Sunday, and been given a teaching overload that I can't refuse ...
Haven't broken anything, though, *touches wood*
Posted by: Another Damned Medievalist | Tuesday, June 05, 2007 at 02:08 PM
This morning, while I was peacefully sleeping, Window Cat tried to jump through the venetian blind onto the window sill, erroneously assuming that the window was open and there was room for him to land. He ricocheted and then landed on my NOSE, waking me rudely as blood gushed everywhere. I am going to have a disfiguring scar, I just know it.
Posted by: WhatLadder | Friday, June 08, 2007 at 12:32 AM