Like something out of a TV sitcom.

So I decide this evening that I'd like to have a bowl of popcorn.
I put the popcorn maker on the counter, turn it on, and turn my back to get some butter.
My mother's ever-so-curious dog decides he would like to see what is making that crazy noise.
He somehow manages to knock the machine to the floor, causing unpopped and half popped kernels to escape all over the kitchen.
Sweeping them up is daunting enough. They are under everything and in every possible crevice.
My mom has one of those dustpans with the stick so you can hold on to it and not have to bend down. She also has a rack of wineglasses directly above her garbage can. As I turned this dustpan to an angle to dispose of it's contents, I manage to take out the contents of the shelf with that stupid stick.

So how was your day?