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.
That's pretty crazy! Your poor parents!
Ha! I loved this post. Whenever my mom visits she breaks things regularly in the kithcen. Glasses, plates, decorations, etc. I think I still have items behind the stove that she "accidentally" dropped back there when putting dishes away. I don't know how one can accidentally drop items behind a stove that is against a wall, but that's my mom.
So i want to know if you all were laughing your heads off, or is this something that they don't realize they do when they visit?
Thanks for the post--now I don't feel so bad for seeing the kinfolk only once or twice a year and insisting that they stay in a hotel room when they do visit.
Thank you again for making me laugh after a stressful morning including dogs chasing an elk, and a elk kicking their butts in return. Your article made me wonder though, should I "relatives-proof" our place for when my mum will visit, hhmm ?
Oh God. (Barely contained my mirth on that one.) Your poor mom! And how in hecks did the chair break?!? Random. But hilarious.
Thanks for the laugh, I needed it today in my caffeine-numbed stupor after last night's sleep fiasco :)
Hahaha...I saw a dude bite it on the treadmill at the gym yesterday! For a split second, I wondered if he was ok, and then had to turn my head to keep from laughing.
Mrs. Fuzz—We laugh about it. Because most of the stuff that gets broken or maimed happens in freakish accidents, like the chair leg.
Julia—I hope your dogs-chasing-elk situation can be funny in retrospect.
TNR—You know what? I think we laugh because we're suprised, not because it's funny per se. But sometimes, it's just funny.
I have a younger brother and sister: John is the middle-child, and Katie is the princess. Katie pretty much "has-it-together" - John is the opposite. The whole "bull in a china shop" thing was invented for him. Put a few beers in him and forget it. One of Katie's favorite exclamations (at John) is: "This is why we don't have nice things!" The range of meanings she's able to squeeze out of that sentence with her inflection alone continually surprises me.
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