Another Broken Dish

Another Broken Dish

While I was cleaning up yesterday, I dropped another dish and it broke. It fell on my foot before hitting the ground, and I’m lucky that it didn’t hurt. Of course, this was another serving dish that I got as a wedding present. At least there wasn’t any food on the dish like last time. Maybe I shouldn’t be picking things up anymore, but where do I draw the line? I never know when my hands are going to twitch. It’s completely random.