I have a rare talent for breaking glass. As if by magic, the only thing to slip out of the 8 bags of groceries (not to mention the pot of Kalanchoe) and smash on the ground was the fine bottle of French Wine seen here running past my feet.
House Smells
2 years ago
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1 comment:
sadness! extreme sadness!
... at least you had not peed yourself, which was my first concern.
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