Mostly True Memoirs
I’m the only one who drinks wine in my family.
I have a nice set of wine glasses that I use for company.
But for myself, I have a casual set that I got for my 26th birthday.
When we moved, I was down to three glasses.
Then I was down to two.
It was in the dish drainer.
And then it was on the floor in a zillion pieces.
When the last one breaks, it will symbolize the end of my youth.
Meanwhile, while I was unloading the dishwasher this morning, I knocked the sugar bowl off the counter.
Who knew that one small glass bowl could burst into so many glass shards?
I bet if I put them back together, I could get two or even three sugar bowls out of the debris.
What’s up with all this broken glass?
I never break stuff.
And now I’ve broken two things in one week.
Maybe I need to relax with a glass of wine.
Or maybe I need to stop relaxing with a glass of wine.
One of them is probably right.