Every time my family comes to visit, they break stuff.
Over Christmas my mom set a box of teabags on fire and broke a glass; my dad pulled two curtain rods loose; and my brother ripped the towel bar off the bathroom wall. Twice.
We've come to expect a certain amount of collateral damage.
This time around, there's only been a couple minor beverage spills. That is, until last night, when we were sitting around the dinner table, minding our own business, and suddenly with an ear-splitting crack and bang, the front right leg of the chair my mom was sitting on split down the middle and fell off. The solid wooden leg. Again, universe, with the slapstick comedy at our expense.
Of course, once I was satisfied that my mom was only minorly bruised, I nearly collapsed in a giddy heap at the thought of trolling Craigslist for a new table and chairs. I'll keep you posted.