I woke up to a sound no one wants to hear--breaking glass. I knew immediately what had happened and whom to blame. Despite the fact that there were two (count 'em, TWO) comforters lying in the floor under my dresser, Delilah managed to knock off my favorite glass bowl full of bracelets, breaking it into two big pieces and a bunch of tiny shards.
So, after the screaming, and the locking the cat out of the bedroom, I got to vacuum up all the tiny parts as to not end up with glass in my feet. (Of course, I'm willing to bet that I've managed to miss a piece or two just for fun.)
Anyone else having a rough start to their day?