
"I'd like to make a toast to all the glasses in our apartment. May you stand tall and never fall!"
I've stopped counting the glasses that have broken since we have lived in this apartment (approx. 10 weeks). You might suspect that is just something to expect when you have two little eaters or drinkers in this case...and a baby, but she doesn't count yet. No, I am sorry to say that this tally doesn't include even ONE broken by our children. It's become a joke between Jon and I now and they KEEP BREAKING. I am not sure what to blame it on, or why if we are really so clumsy, it's only happening in THIS apartment.
Perhaps it is our unfamiliarity with the goblets that came with the house. Or the platform bed that we aren't used to - I can count THREE that I've nocked of my nightstand with my pillow! I have started using dixie cups just so we can keep our deposit. My favorite to date is the glass that broke because when getting loaded into the dishwasher, "it wouldn't fit where I wanted it." I could only laugh at that. It was probably the seventh or eighth to break and how can you scold your husband for doing the dishes
?!Ironically enough, my little Rissie broke the arm off my eyeglasses last week. Ha ha, I am writing this post with them dangling on the right side. (Don't panic for me, I wear contacts everyday. I just haven't put them in yet :)
