This morning I was still upstairs, cleaning up and trying to wake up. I heard a sound and my dad sounding surprised.
It turns out that we had a bizarre explosion of sorts.
My dad was being domestic and doing the dishes. He was washing some by hand since the dishwasher was clean. He had taken a small glass bowl out of the wash-water, dried it and set it on the counter.
Then it exploded. And went EVERYWHERE.
No, really. Everywhere.
He sent it on the counter by the sink, which is where the bar is. The glass went over the bar into the living room - including around the wall - and covered the kitchen floor and the floor out in the piano room. It also broke the garbage disposal.
We needed to clean the floors anyway.
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