Jul 13, 2007 13:39
Ugh. I don't know if it's because it is Friday the 13th or because I was doing dishes (I NEVER do dishes), but I just broke my Kanterbrau glass that I stole from a bar in Rennes. This is very heartbreaking because this glass survived a drunken walk home from downtown, an international flight and four or five moves - all of which should have been very traumatizing for a pretty little half-pint glass. It was so strong! So brave!
And then today... as I was trying to wash it... The stupid scrub brush was just too fat for it and my poor, beautiful glass broke into what I think could be 4-5 pieces. I can't tell since I can only find three. I think some fell on the floor next to the sink, but I don't see them :/
I don't want to finish the dishes because most of our glasses are glass. I will break more.
(Wasn't there a saying that says if you don't want to do dishes anymore, just break a few? I would like to implement that now, if possible. But I didn't break this one on purpose! It was my FAVORITE GLASS!!!!!!)
sad,
kanterbrau,
broken!