The events of this past week and a half begs the allegation: if it ain't broke, Karen hasn't touched it yet. Let me explain: It all started with a brand new jar of Heinz chili sauce; not even out of the grocery bag (thank goodness!). I guess I had set the bag down with a little less care than I should.
It may have been a day or two later when I opened my microwave door and a glass vitamin bottle that was perched atop somewhat precariously tumbled and shattered on the floor. Glass and vitamins everywhere.
I can't exactly be sure of the time that had passed until I was washing my dishes. I mean this to be from the time the last vitreous object fell victim to my blunderous hands; not necassarily the last time that the dishes were washed. One of my drinking glasses broke-- in my hands. In case you are concerned, my hands were just fine.
Lastly, (and I hope it is the last for while) I came home late Friday night and as I fumbled for the light switch, another explosion of glass fell at my feet. Sleepily, I may have said a word or two about one of my favourite martini glasses and then left it for morning.
With all of the glass that has been befallen my floor, it is no wonder that although I have swept and vacuumed (several times over), I am still getting little cuts on my feet when I don't wear my slippers!
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I say you should coat your hands in superglue, then nothing would fall. Of course... your hands would get awfully heavy after a while, what with all the chili sauce, vitamin bottles, glasses, martini galsses, etc stuck to them.
What can I say..except..those who live in rock houses should not throw glasses! hehe
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