So I did my squats this morning and ended up with 99. Why I couldn't do that last one to make it an even 100 is beyond me, buy my legs gave up.
So at 2:00 this morning, we hear this crash. Hubby jumped out of bed. I waited to see if he got shot before I followed him down the stairs. I went downstairs and my favorite ugly green pitcher is shattered on the floor of the living room. I had it on the mantle of the fireplace, and the cat decided that she didn't like it there. So at 2:00am, I was cleaning glass shards off of the floor. There are still many there, and I have been working on it all morning, but everytime I think I'm done, I see some more sparkles of glass. If that cat would just sleep in her bowl like I tell her to, then we wouldn't have this trouble.