Saturday, April 23, 2011

broken glass...kitchen fiasco

so I have been on a cleaning tirade because living in such squalor embarrasses me. Living in a clean home makes you feel good about yourself. So as I tackle all the bowls with food crusted on them and wine glasses from last night I was cleaning a pub glass. As I got it all soapy and was about to rinse it, it slips out of my hand and a chunk breaks off. I break out the broom and dust pan out of the closet; already exhausted from cleaning a whole sink of dishes. As I am trying to sweep up the glass I cannot see where the [piece went. And I am dropping the broom and falling over. I had to sit and that is what brings me here.

sometime we will find the glass...

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