I broke Jack's glasses. To be fair, they were on the floor when I put my foot squarely above the joint and depressed, eyes fixed on some errant laundry placed on top of a bookshelf. They broke so gently and quietly that I had to pick them up to realize I'd actually done them damage. A clean snap of sad black plastic.
"You should be thankful you have an even-tempered boyfriend."
With no superglue in the house, we made a hasty trip to visit the optician and all was repaired. Well, in 5-7 days it will be. The budget will take slightly longer to recover.
Things are looking up.