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My trifocals have retarded my peripheral vision and caused me continual aggravation. I've banged my elbows on doorways, cracked my knuckles on counters, knocked items askew...and now I've broken my titanium wineglass! I did it at dinner, pulling the salt grinder toward myself, and not clearing the glass. Fortunately, the glass broke above the wine, and there wasn't a spill.
(I was able to save the wine by pouring it through a fine tea-strainer. Michele was alarmed at this, but she isn't the wine drinker in the family. Come to think of it, her cavalier attitude may be genetic. I once saw her mother empty a glass of beer into the bushes because a little fly had landed in it. Women!)
This glass has survived my clumsiness for 3-4 years, so it has lived a full life considering my ownership. Other, weaker, glasses count their life expectancy in months.
Luckily, the price of the Schott Zwiesel Diva wine glass that I like has come down in price, and the store where I bought the first glass is still in business.
So, a happy ending for an almost tearful story.
Typical MAN!
Well..... someone had to say it didn't they?
Ha....ha...............
Take care, how are the snow shoes?
MITTS?
BIRDS??
This reminds me of the time I tried to play the game jacks on the restaurant table and not only spilled my glass all over the table but also broke the glass in the process. Just be glad you only had your wife to smirk at you rather than having to explain to a waitress that it was in fact you who made the huge mess and not the two children looking at you with a mixture of awe and embarrassment.
I do apologize. I told you I was in a babbling mood.