I had not even left the house yet (except to walk the dog) and this happened:
Whoops. I hate loosing good pint glasses, but it is bound to happen. I moved on to wash a few more dishes. Within 2 minutes of incident #1, incident #2 took place:
I have a whole set of these bowls (and dishes to match )so it is OK, too, I suppose. But it is sad to no longer have a full collection. I never break dishes and I always wash by hand, so I am more upset that my good record is being broken. What is wrong with my hands this morning?
After reading about a runner being hit by a car on Monica's blog, I was tempted not to leave the house at all today.
Do you ever have a sign that it is going to be one of those days?