I was speed-grating some cheese for dinner earlier (because I hate grating cheese, and also, I was way behind on getting it cooked and was in a huge hurry), and cut my finger in the process. Because it hurt, I stood there shaking my hand for a few seconds and possibly said a word or two that could get me banned to repeat here. The ring I wear on that finger flew off and across the room and during the search for it, I stepped on a singing purple hippo and twisted my knee in an attempt to not fall directly into the Christmas tree. I ended up falling the opposite direction, which fortunately was onto the ottoman, but there were several of the big legos there, and have you ever sat down on one of those things? Don't. Ouch.
Oh! But I found my ring! And I didn't bleed in the bowl of cheese! So it was a good night.