If something can go wrong...

So, last night we're sitting around doing paperwork...
Jen has a TV tray sitting next to the couch, with her water on it and the remains of dinner. I have a TV tray sitting next to the chair, with my laptop computer on it.
The space between the couch and the chair leads down the hallway, towards the office, kids' bedrooms and bathroom. A high traffic area. This space is now condensed by the accommodating tables.
In my very FINITE wisdom, I move her tray IN FRONT of the couch, next to the coffee table on which is spread the aforementioned paperwork, long neglected by me and finally addressed by the busy matriarch. My reasoning...kids walking through the hallway may bump the table and spill the contents, which at that time also included a glass of wine. Red wine.
An hour passes....nearly two. I may have subconsciously congratulated myself on avoiding a disaster of minor proportions.
Jen calls Jackie to her, asks her about a school paper. Jackie leans in, from the edge of the couch...and leans right into the TV tray.

In slow motion, as Jen later recalls, the table tilts, the liquid containers still upright. It tilts into the edge of the coffee table and stops. The containers, of course, do not stop. The water splashes the papers, the table, the floor. Miraculously drained like a Communion Cup at the end of a Catholic up-and-down, the wine glass explodes against the surface of the table, spreading large chunks and tiny splinters of glass in a 2 foot radius smash zone. Jackie’s stream of apologies comes out as fast as my own torrent of expletives. Rags are retrieved, the table righted, the perpetrator sent away. Shards are gathered, papers wiped and dried, carpet vacuumed.

In hindsight, it could have been much worse. There was very little water left, and the wine had been finished off. Mayo’s Law, however, does not take into account hindsight. Nor, apparently, foresight. Trust me.