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I was bringing a basket of laundry into our bedroom.
Mrs. Dallas' nightstand is right next to the door. It has a jewelry box on top of it. Nothing fancy, but I gave it to her last Christmas so she'd have a place to stash earrings for her newly pierced ears.
I managed to knock the jewelry box off onto the floor. As if that weren't bad enough, I stumbled forward and regained my balance by planting my foot . . . . right into the jewelry box. :crunch:
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