While I was making my bed this morning — yes, I do, every day — I heard a crash from the living room. It was sudden, it was loud and it was definitely glass.
Rory Dog and I both rounded the corner at the same time to find…
Rory wisely jumped on the couch for safety.
Now, if I were the superstitious sort (and I think we have established here in numerous posts that I certainly am), this accident would give me pause.
The sands in my hourglass didn’t sedately run from orb to orb — they were thrown through the air, ground into the carpet, and then swept up and thrown in the trash!!
What can this possibly mean?!?!