Just...smashing
Jul. 9th, 2008 09:02 amI woke up this morning to the sound of ceramic breaking.
Matt was cold. He'd gotten up to spread the comforter back over the bed for the few minutes we had before we absolutely had to get up. As he flung the blanket over the bed, I'm not sure exactly what happened. I heard the crash, and suddenly smelled plumeria a lot stronger. The small reed diffuser I had atop the television on the dresser had crashed to the bare concrete floor and shattered. I'm guessing either the corner of the blanket caught on one of the reeds or the sudden gust of wind knocked it off. Either way, I'm out a $5 diffuser (no big deal). Plus, Matt got to start the morning in a pissy mood because of it. Not only did he not get the extra ten to fifteen minutes of under-blanket warm-cuddle, but he then had to clean up broken ceramic and spilled oil.
Collateral damage: the diffuser hit my electric razor on the way down and broke it, too. So I'm out a $5 diffuser and a $20 razor.
Matt was cold. He'd gotten up to spread the comforter back over the bed for the few minutes we had before we absolutely had to get up. As he flung the blanket over the bed, I'm not sure exactly what happened. I heard the crash, and suddenly smelled plumeria a lot stronger. The small reed diffuser I had atop the television on the dresser had crashed to the bare concrete floor and shattered. I'm guessing either the corner of the blanket caught on one of the reeds or the sudden gust of wind knocked it off. Either way, I'm out a $5 diffuser (no big deal). Plus, Matt got to start the morning in a pissy mood because of it. Not only did he not get the extra ten to fifteen minutes of under-blanket warm-cuddle, but he then had to clean up broken ceramic and spilled oil.
Collateral damage: the diffuser hit my electric razor on the way down and broke it, too. So I'm out a $5 diffuser and a $20 razor.