a series of unfortunate events

My husband fell down the steps today.  And the plate (full, I might add) of spaghetti  laden with garlic, tomatoes, basil, and oil that he had concocted 10 minutes earlier?  It went flying. Flying. The plate shattered, the spaghetti flew, not just on the steps, but on the mail that was waiting on the steps and on the lamps shade that was on the table under the banister.  And when my husband started to fall, I quickly got up (toRead more