So apparently, SS was messing around in the living room and the coffee that I left on the end table next to the sofa got knocked over and spilled all over some papers that I had laying there.
According to my H, if I hadn't left my coffee there then it wouldn't have gotten spilled and my papers wouldn't have gotten ruined.
Naturally, it's not SS's fault in any way.
It's alllllllll MY fault.
What a f*cking douchbag.