somehow i managed to attain the privilege of hearing glass shatter twice this past weekend. sunday, actually. with much disdain on my part, i might add.

there i am, driving on the 110, minding my own business and enjoying the non-traffic (which only rears early on sunday mornings...) when i heard a loud 'smack'-type noise. smack, being the operative word, usually is never 'soft,' but this was a louder 'smack' than most... and then there's the moments following, when you're frantically looking around the cabin of your vehicle to try and decipher just what that was you heard and to make sure it wasn't, in fact, a rock chipping the crap out of your windshield. followed by, maybe three seconds later, you spying a curious pinch on the windshield on the passenger side.

awesome.

(sigh)

oh, and because once wasn't enough, i was able to go thru the experience again in the evening. being all domestic and everything, i was washing the few dirty dishes i had, and cooking some dinner. it was a bowl, i believe, that managed to slip out of my hands (who was the brilliant guy to make soap slippery, anyway?) and graze one of my glasses before settling at the bottom of the sink. it took off a single slice of glass off the lip, which is the worst, because you can almost put it back on and imagine what it looked like before.... and it was a cool glass, too! the heck am i going to do with a set of 3 cool glasses now? that's not even a set anymore...

what if 3 friends come over and we're all thirsty?