The morning started off pleasant enough. The sun shone brightly in my window. I got up, took my shower, and opened the shower door to step out into a day filled with opportunity.
Then suddenly I heard a crash.
Not just any crash, but a crash with the additional sound of glass shattering.
I looked down at my feet to see pools of "I'm Not Really a Waitress" red all over my beautiful porcelain tile.
My favorite bottle of bright red nail polish was no more. I was crushed.
98% of a full bottle of nail polish remover, a roll of paper towels, a runny nose and a killer headache from the fumes later, I emerged from the bathroom.
I got the stain off of the tile itself, but alas, my grout is ruined.