Glass

My roommate and I have a problem.

No, it's not each other. It's not TV time or cleaning duties or mice wars.

It's our glasses, wine or other wise.

I've broken three, he's broken two.

Glass 1: Apparently I have humongous man hands when I think I have tiny Victorian woman hands. I went to reach for the remote on the left side of the table yet my freakishly fat little finger pushed the glass right off the table. Crash!

Glass 2: Same as glass one. Damn that little finger. I might have to "accidentally" cut it off while cutting vegetables.

Glass 3: Roommate decided to see if the wine glass would survive a fall from the top of the refrigerator :( It didn't.

Glass 4: It committed suicide. No really.

Glass 5: It wasn't my freakishly large digit, but a mind muffled by too much rum and coke.


We need more glasses : (