I just dropped the orange juice cap. :smack:
Mr butterfingers…
A bunch of laundry…there was a trail of socks from the washer to the bedroom.
I knocked an ornament off a Christmas tree as I was moving the stepladder out of the dining room, though it didn’t break.
Last night, my husband dropped two bowls; they both broke. We are down to 6 bowls in the kitchen set. Other than a few chips, these are the first items of that set of dishes that have been damaged in 11 years.
I accidentally tossed the cap to the Heavy Cream into the trash along with the little ring/seal thing I meant to throw away. Fortunately it was JUST after my son had taken out the trash and was literally the first thing to be thrown into the brand new trash bag, so I retrieved it with no problem.
My Netflix DVD account.
Eh, what haven’t I dropped lately? It’s a much shorter list, and includes stuff like the baby, tonight’s dinner, my car insurance, and these last ten extra pounds. The long list includes a scoop of dog food, my phone, the keys, my purse, several coins, the grocery inserts from the newspaper, half a scoop of coffee grounds, and a trail of socks and undies between the bedroom and laundry room. That’s all I can think of for today…
The ball.
Not really dropped, per se, but I managed to break a vase and a candle-holder at a friend’s house. On my very first visit, no less. I felt awful … they were on a little table to the side of the couch I was sleeping on. I rolled over in my sleep and managed to nudge the table enough with my foot to knock them off and shatter them on the cement frame of the fireplace. I was instantly awoken and absolutely mortified. They insisted that it was no big deal, but I sent them a gift card to Pottery Barn the day I got home.
Last thing I dropped was a coupon booklet into the bottom of my cart from the top level (good thing my regular coupons were not on it, would have been a mess.)
Besides that, assorted pens and a colorful jumble of 4 letter words of aggravation.
A 10-32 SHCS. It went to some far corner of the shop, never to be found. I got a new screw to replace it.
The other day I knocked a stack of paper cups off the bathroom shelf right into the open, unflushed toilet.
A few weks ago I dropped a bottle of medication into the sink, shorting myself two weeks’ worth of thyroid meds. Not fun.
I dropped myself down the stairs, while I was holding my 10-week old baby. (That wasn’t recently, but it is the worst “I dropped…” story I have and it will NEVER go away. She was fine. Took me weeks and weeks to get over the shock, guilt, and shame.)
If I’m not careful, I’m going to drop about three grand on Christmas this year.
Yes, issues, issues. :smack:
I dropped a birth control pill behind my bed. I felt sad that I didn’t care to chase after it and instead just skipped it. Such is my love life.
Today I dropped a little uncapped jar of acrylic powder. Huge mess. Acrylic all over my pants and the floor. I managed to keep about 1/4 of the contents in the jar and I got a small amount off my pants and back in the jar. The rest got swept up.
Recently - my cell phone, repeatedly.
Just the F-bomb on a few occasions. Mostly directed at idiot drivers.
extra lbs
Five pounds. Swimming is the best exercise evah!
In a literal sense, a bowl at a client’s house. It was so light, I thought it was plastic, so I was handling it the way I handle the plastic ones. :smack: But now I know, so the other five are safe.
Oh I can’t believe I forgot this one:
We came in late from an employee holiday party. Dan went to sleep, but I was still hungry (it was a chopped-raw-veggies-and-ranch/cheese-and-crackers kind of party with no real food) so I heated myself up a bowl of the pumpkin soup I’d made (see my other thread–I’ve tweaked the recipe to [to me] perfection). So I heated a normal sized portion up in the microwave in a normal sized bowl (lots of extra room–nothing right up to the rim) Halfway into the living room somehow it slipped out of my hands and dropped.
And this is Corelle, which is supposed to resist breaking, but when it DOES fail, it does so spectacularly. Let’s think of it this way. A car windshield is not supposed to break. It’s thick glass, strengthened, curved so that the forces (external blow) are spread out, etc. But if you hit a windshield with a baseball bat or something else hard enough to get past its protections, what happens? The whole window shatters into about eighty billion pieces the size of kernels of corn, peas, etc…
Well, that’s what Corelle does when it fails. Except where a windshield (from my experience, which is limited–it could be that what I’ve seen were anomalies) which tends to break into more squarish pieces, the Corelle broke into lots of triangular pieces. Think the shape of an x-acto knife, then resize by half. And they have a plan. Somehow, they are sentient enough to know that in order to grow new Corelle bowls, they need to scatter their seed as far and wide as possible, so the shards go flying to all corners of the room.
And don’t forget the soup. Pumpkin soup is a thick, puréed soup, maybe a little thicker than the viscosity of ketchup, but a little less viscous than apple sauce. So that’s also splashed everywhere, far and wide. I was very tired and just wanted to eat this bowl of soup and then crawl into bed, but now I had to clean up this HUGE MESS.
Fortunately I have hardwood floors. Cleaning that out of carpet would have been…impossible? Perhaps?
We found more shards the next day in the daylight. My husband and son found them, that is, and had no idea where they’d come from. They were glad when I woke up and they could ask me what had happened the night before.
Oh, and if you’re the type who needs all the loose ends tied, I heated up another bowl of soup and ate it with no problems, then went to bed.
My six-month-old laptop (Macbook Pro) on a tile floor. The laptop has a big dent in the side now. But otherwise it seems to work fine. I was so ticked off and loud about it that my wife came running into the bathroom, thinking I had cut off a finger or something.
Trou.
Nobody saw, except the cats.
A big glass jar full of salsa verde. The glass went everywhere and most of the salsa splooshed under the fridge.
That was two months ago and even though I cleaned thoroughly I’m still finding bits of broken glass all over the house, and congealed salsa in unexpected places in the kitchen.