The water heater is busted, my dad is being run ragged by work followed by having to get up in the early morning to take care of the new puppy, which my mother is unable to do since her legs are...wrong. We don't know what's wrong yet, but she can't bend her knees, and can barely get out of chairs and walk.
So, it was finally my turn to add to the troubles.
Dinner exploded a bit in the microwave, pulled the tray out to clean it, left it in the sink to air dry, and finished eating. Came out, turned sharply forgetting the tray was there, whacked it with my arm and...
Big splash of glass on the floor. Lovely.
I'll replace it, it's my own damned fault. Still, just sucks on top of everything else this weekend.
2008, kiss my ass.