Our house is one of clumsiness, klutziness, and lots of spills. Here’s a story for your amusement…
For Christmas, Chris and I went to our friends Chuck and Sophia’s house for a brunch/White Elephant gift exchange thing-y. In the White Elephant, I scored a set of four very nice wine glasses, which I was thrilled to get, as the only ones I’d ever had were the ones I’d stolen from my mom and dad when I moved out of their house almost four years ago.
I’m sad to say that those wine glasses are now kaput. Yes, all four of them. I can’t remember how the first one broke, but I do know that I was the breaker (I’m usually always the breaker, if you haven’t noticed.)
I remember the second one breaking. I was the breaker again (shocker!) and this incident turned my kitchen red all over. And in case your mind is going there, no, I was not drunk (yet.) I’d actually not had one sip of wine before I launched the full glass across the room. As I recall, that pissed me off more than breaking the glass. What a waste.
Glasses three and four broke last night, one by Chris and then the other by myself about an hour later. We broke both glasses in exactly the same way. We laughed in shock. Shocked at our bad luck, shocked that we broke them in exactly the same fashion on the same night in the same hour.
So now I need to go fix my Bed, Bath, & Beyond gift registry (shameless plug!) and change a few things. Most importantly, the quantities of glasses we need, but also the brand, as I obviously have bad luck with the kind we registered for.