While getting dressed to take my husband to the hospital for his knee surgery, I broke a nail. Now, this isn't just a little chip or break, it's way down to the quick. However, seeing that my husband was having surgery, I felt way too guilty to bitch about it. Therefore, here in the anonymity of the internet, I will admit to being upset about my broken nail, even while I was waiting for the surgeon to tell me how my husband did. By the way, the surgery went very well.