Smells like, “ouch! gorramit!”
This morning has been pretty slapstick. So far:
Monthly proof of femininty has arrived. Joy and trumpets.
Mom called to postpone vacation things
As I was on the way to the phone, I stubbed my toe
Which caused me to drop my coffee cup
Fortunately, it did not break
But I DID slop coffee (with raw turbinado sugar in it) all over the cabinet and floor
Which KittenFace promptly tracked through
*SIGH*
Mom talked to
Kittenface toes cleansed
Floor and cabinet wiped down
*my* toe is fine, thank goodness it was on the opposite foot of brokeToe
Meds taken
New coffee poured
I am not going to let this small comedy of errors get to me. I am on Day Five of No Smoking and all in all, in a pretty darn good mood. I will just go out (virtually) with my assault rifle and take down a platoon or three of synthetic life forms in Mass Effect.
*That* should take care of any lingering aggression.
The Process 
Didn’t know you were giving up smokes! The best of luck to you. I am still chained to the nicotine train.
Best of luck on quitting. Whee!
Yesterday, one of the shelves in my fridge door decided to spontaneously collapse. Leaving the floor a mess of broken glass and condiments. While I was standing there barefoot, no less. It was FUN to be cleaning that up, I tell ya.