Broke two glasses while falling.
Did not break the me, unless you count two minuscule cuts on my feet, which I don't as they are barely more than pinpricks and have already stopped bleeding.
Am glad I was the only one up so I didn't shower the wee beastlet with glass shards.
Am sorry I was the only one up, as I then had to pick my way out of the glass shards and clean them up while only marginally steady. (Leaving them where they were was not a reasonable option.)
Am trying very hard not to be in a Very Bad Mood over this.
Tell me something good, please. A good book you've read or a good food you've eaten or a good anecdote you've heard.