Our wallpaper guy just managed to “bump” a shelf up rather high on our wall and knock everything off of it, which included:
*8 champagne flutes purchased for us as a wedding gift
*4 beer pilsners
*Champagne flutes from the Y2K New Year’s Party we attended
*The champagne flutes my mom gave us at our engagement party, engraved with our names and the date we got engaged
*Assorted cordial glasses
*Assorted dessert glassware
*2 Fat Tire beer glasses
Ironically…the Fat Tire glasses didn’t even chip. Go figure. Everything else…shattered…obliterated into ten trillion pieces that we’ll have to keep Poodle and Schnoozer paws away from.
You know, you’d think I’d be more upset. I mean, I am, but it was an accident and things happen. He’s breaking his back cleaning it up and said he’d pay to replace everything, but there is nothing like the sound of twenty or so pieces of stemware crashing to the floor from ten feet up.
For about five minutes I missed the days when I had an inflexible job that wouldn’t let me work at home, so the UberHusband would work from home and deal with this sort of household thing.
On a vengeful note, I am going to stick him with listening to Judging Amy reruns, as additional penance.
