So I went into the kitchen today to feed the dog and stepped on something. I was all like, "What the eff was that?" I looked down at the floor and by a pool of blood by my foot there was a large piece of glass. Motherfucker! Guess what? FI had dropped a glass earlier and broke it, but didn't pick it all up?? WTF? He felt so bad. He grabbed the Neosporin, alcohol swabs, and Bandaids ASAP. It's the least he could do for almost severing my pinkie toe...