Four things one should never waste:
1. Time
2. Wine
3. Beer
4. The love of a good man.
Last night I dropped a bottle of beer on the cool green tile of my kitchen floor. Shards of glass flew everywhere. Beer went everywhere. I stood rigidly in place thankful that I was wearing flip flops instead of being barefooted.
Slowly I backed out of the mess and began prioritizing cleanup tasks. Of course, that’s when Studly Doright, fresh from his shower, came strolling barefoot down the hallway adjacent to the kitchen.
“Halt!” I barked.
I kid you not, his first words were, “What have you done now?”
Together we cleaned up beer and glass. The entire time Studly reminded (nagged) me about how much he detests glass anything in our predominantly tiled home. But, no one suffered a cut or slipped on the wet floor. I retrieved a fresh beer from the fridge and we had a gourmet meal of hot dogs and sauerkraut. Because that’s how we roll at Doright Manor.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I’ve lost count of how many glasses, plates, bowls and the like have been broken at our house. I think the kids throw them at each other when nobody is
looking.
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Wish my once convenient scapegoats lived nearby.
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I guess you could always claim they broke the plates, etc. via Skype. I’m not promising that it would convince anybody, though.
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