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Last night’s burned saucepan was sitting in the sink. I went to make myself a cup of coffee and thought “I’ll just wash this up while I wait for the kettle to boil.” It needed quite a bit of elbow grease to get clean.

The thing that didn’t need elbow grease or, in fact, anything to do with my elbow was one of my brand new Bodum coffee glasses. Sadly, while I was scrubbing, my elbow whacked into it, it toppled over and hit the edge of the plunger and now I have a clean pot but a broken glass.

Oh well. We have a cupboard full of mugs. It’s only stuff.

But why does that kind of thing have to happen when you’re already feeling stupid about life in general? Buh. Think I’ll break open that chocolate.