Thanksgiving in two parts-part 2

I went home for Thanksgiving.  My parents live an hour-ish away from me.  I did a lot of back and forth travel when I first moved back to NY from Atl- I lived with my folks for bit when I first came home (eek!) and all my friends and my job was here in Rochester- so I have a travel toiletry bag that is stocked up with everything I could possibly need.  Everything except eye makeup remover.  I had some makeup remover pads, but I guess I should check more often because they were all dried up.  I should probably tell you that I have been fiddling around with liquid eyeliner and I've gotten pretty good so I was excited to use it for Thanksgiving.  Oh, the best laid plans.  So not only did I have a horrible time putting on my eyeliner but my mascara went on clumpy and my eye lashes were all stuck together and wouldn't separate.  And this wouldn't have been a problem, but remember I was lacking in the makeup remover department.  So my only hope was to wash my face and start again.  Once again this would not have been a problem if I had makeup remover.  As soon as I got my face wet and scrubbed a little this is what I looked like:

It took me like 20 minutes to get the makeup off my face.  Because, I'm assuming you know this, liquid eyeliner is a bitch to get off.  After all this my mother says "ya know it's just family, right?"  This from the women who wears zero makeup.  So short story long, the YouTube tutorials didn't help as much I thought they did.  But I will persevere and figure out how to rock the winged liquid eyeliner look!

And then at dinner, the craziest thing happened.  I don't know exactly how it happened.  Either my aunt turned on the stove top to keep a dish warm or she turned on the wrong burner but she ended up burning the bottom of 9x13 glass baking dish.  Well we put it on the table and about 20 minutes later we are setting the rest of the food on the table and my cousin and I hear a POP and a shatter.  The glass dish busted and all the sides kinda fell apart. So then we are scooping the food out of the middle to save what we can and not have anyone eating glass.  Moral of this story: when a dish says it's not meant for stove top, it really means it.