Once upon a time my friends and I rescued a drowning surfer during a horrible storm. The violent waves tried their hardest to pull us off the pier into the raging lake along with their most recent captive but we prevailed. The surfer survived and the Coast Guard gave us each an award and a mug.
I loved this mug. It made the most musical tinkling noise because of the ridges inside of it whenever I stirred sugar into tea or coffee. And the glass was tinted so that sometimes it was blue and sometimes it was purple, sometimes it looked solid and other times it was iridescent. I think I mostly loved it because of the memory.
Today I poured apparently too hot of water into it for my tea because it burst in half shooting a few shards of lovely blue glass in different directions around my kitchen and spraying hot water towards me (no burns; I jumped away really fast).
This incident pretty much perfectly explains the past few days here. I shall prevail but I'm feeling pretty dog gone defeated this month. Do you ever have those times when it seems like you're living in one of those disaster comedies where things just keep going wrong back to back to back?
My next post will be happy. I promise!