Ughhh. H tells me he is having friends over for "nerd games." I am okay with this bunch of friends being at our house, as opposed to the wrestling friends because they are a tamer bunch. His wrestling friends destroy property that can be measured in dollars like a hurricane (Thank you, Louis C.K.) I told H, as long as he picks up all of the beer bottles, he can invite his friends over. (He's leaving town this weekend, and I don't want the mess left behind).
I get home from visiting my sister, and my H is sleeping on the couch. 20 minutes after I wake him, he lets me know his friend broke the leg of my dining room chair. I AM SO PISSED. My set was really unique and has been discontinued. (so we couldn't replace the chair). The leg is splintered in a few pieces. H said we could glue it. I almost beat him with the broken leg.... it's not a coffee mug, it has to bear weight. I know it was an accident, but I am still mad.
I'm going to bury the leg in the backyard. If you listen, carefully, you will hear the sound of taps playing gently in the background. The friend that broke the leg of the table was the same friend who broke H's sister's window by falling through it when they played games at her house a month ago. I wish this guy would invest in ballet lessons.
Thanks for letting me bitch about my first world problem.