Monday, January 3, 2011

And Then There Were Five...

I so loved these glasses from the minute I set eyes on them at my favorite window licking store.

But maybe I should've gone for the set of eight, not six, because after all of my and Bernard's debate over whether or not we should allow the kids to make their homemade tiramisus in these delicate Tour Eiffel glasses, it was me who sent one of them flying to its demise as I tried to bring it to the sink... (At least it was Alex's glass, which was licked nearly spotless.)

Unfortunately, I'm what the French would call maladroit (mal-ah-dwaht'), a.k.a. clumsy...

Maybe I should've gotten a set of ten or twelve?

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