My sister in law had a meltdown last thanksgiving that included screaming at her husband, and storming off to her bathroom to spend the rest of the day (up until food, and then she demanded someone bring her a specific selection on a plate) in a jacuzzi tub. The whole house reverberate when it’s on, it’s quite annoying.

The absolutely soul-crushing, terrible, impossibly bad thing that happened?

Her husband grabbed the wrong shade of blue curtains from the closet, and she had to wait an extra 90 seconds to put them up. Legitimately don’t understand how he’s stayed married to her for 15 years. Apparently she’s always been like this to him over the smallest bullshit.