Calling All Barflies

Our liquor cabinet just fell off the wall.

FELL OFF THE WALL. Not a shred of provocation. Of course I was sitting in the chair closest to it, with my back to it, and started hearing craaack...craaackk....CRASH! SHATTER! CRASH! I had the sense to jump up and move away in between craaaack and CRASH! but it still scared the everliving shit out of me. The weirdest part is that not much has broken. A few glasses we kept in there, maybe one bottle of something (I can definitely smell it), but on the whole, not a tremendous amount of damage.

We do, however, look like a total trash family now that the contents of the liquor cabinet are strewn all over Bean's toys that repose on the floor in bins right underneath. There is a wet bar/cabinet that broke the fall for the most part, I think. This way at least, we get a good look at what was holding that up to the wall for 17 years. Let me assure you, it wasn't substantial. I'm almost glad this happened now and not in the midst of a giant earthquake. While we are on solid bedrock, one never knows, especially with only two dinky little screws poking out.

Gene is having to come home to help; there is no way I could lift this cabinet by myself. What a weird day.

Maybe it wasn't stress tested for you family's usage level?

"This will stand up to normal use. No one would ever put that much booze in here."

Glad no one was hurt.

Glad the booze survived, too.

Bet Bean thought it was funny...