Kick me in the shins. Please.

After passing through the hands of four generations, I have successfully ruined a family treasure. My Pyrex bowl smashed to the ground, shattering in a million pieces and mixed with bits of leftover chicken pot pie.

Nice, huh?

When it smashed, Mark couldn't figure out why I was sobbing on the kitchen floor when I should have been downstairs bailing buckets of water out the cellar. And when I say "sobbing," what I really mean is that I was uncontrollably flailing on the ground, thrashing my arms and legs around in hopes that someone would think I was rabid and put me out of my misery.

Ahem.

Honestly, I would rather have smashed each and every one of my dishes than lose the bowl. I would've killed my *gasp* coffee maker a million times over before breaking my beloved bowl.

Let this be a lesson to my family- do not give me anything of value. Ever.
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*An update on the flooding- we believe the rain has had its last hurrah, and it should only rain bits and pieces though the day. The people along the river have a few more days of worry while they wait for river levels to peak. That won't happen until Thursday night because of the water coming in from other states. Although we were pumping water out of the basement until 2 this morning, we obviously had a walk in the park compared to some people in our area.

We were lucky with the minimal damage we had. Sadly, among the casualties, I did lose an Old Navy black flip flop in the rapid current in my back yard. It was fight or flight, and the shoe chose to fight.




Photo: Old Navy