Well, I did it. I broke another blender. This will be the fifth blender I’ve broken in six years of marriage. This one was probably the most epic so far. I accidentally left a metal spoon in the blender, and when I turned the blender on, the spoon burst through the glass, flying across the kitchen and almost hitting my daughter Ariah in the head. A minute later, Teresa walked in with the babysitters for the evening, and Ariah ran up to her, exclaiming, “Mom, dad broke another blender!”