Well, it looks as though the clumsiness has officially started. I've been fumbling things I don't normally fumble, but last night, I had my first casualty.
Cleaning out the dishwasher, I cracked one of my husbands favorite super-large glasses. Really thick glass - ideal for rootbeer floats and the like. Yup. It's in the bottom of the trash can now. We still have 3 more, and luckily it was a $4 Wal-Mart special, but still.