I think we’ve all been there. Lots of small things are going wrong and then you knock your funny bone on the corner of the table and suddenly you’re sure that the world is collapsing around your ears. Personally, I prefer things to go spectacularly wrong because then, when it’s all said and done, you can sit back, down a beer (or two or three depending) and be thankful that you’re still alive and have all your extremities more or less intact. Plus, you get a great story (or, hypothetically, a blog post). Continue reading →