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Abi was quarantined in the master suite while carpenters and the cable guy worked at the house. When they were done I let her out and we were just exploring a new nook for her when we heard a horrendous crash. A shelf bracket inside a cabinet whose doors has been removed snapped in half and kitchen floor was covered with shards of glass steeped in a (small) shattered bottle of vodka. The Maker's Mark survived. I am going to have some tonight.
My husband's complaints that we have too much glassware is now squashed. But I regret the loss of an art glass champagne flute we bought on an anniversary beach trip.
Getting every little bit of glass off the floor before I could let Abi in the kitchen again took over an hour. I ihad to clean every grouut line is little slivers. It's not like I can explain and she can wear shoes. poor baby. poor me.
My husband's complaints that we have too much glassware is now squashed. But I regret the loss of an art glass champagne flute we bought on an anniversary beach trip.
Getting every little bit of glass off the floor before I could let Abi in the kitchen again took over an hour. I ihad to clean every grouut line is little slivers. It's not like I can explain and she can wear shoes. poor baby. poor me.