As I was reaching for a glass of cool water to quench my parched mouth, the cup slipped and slammed on to the floor. Breaking into a thousand or more little pieces.
Thinking quickly before anyone could know, I dashed for the vaccuum cleaner. On the way as I joyfully got the vaccuum together I heard a *SMASH* behind me. To my astonishment, I broke another glass on the way!!!
Bad Luck?? Superstitious??? I have no idea??
3 comments:
ha ha, my first thoughts were immediatly, oh no! Don't let your mom see! ha ha.
Just like your brother, Fred breaks a lot of glasses. I know he will disagree with me but really it's true. If it's not him it's Evan because he left his wine glass beside the couch. We will only buy cheap Ikea wine glasses for now on.
We've already stooped to the cheap Ikea glasses! And I was right there when both the crashes happened and not a word I said as I looked at all the glass on the floor -- how in the matter of one minute it could look like total devastation? At least I didn't have to clean it up!
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