This weekend, Kevin opened a bottle of wine. When I picked up my glass to fill it, it slipped out of my hand and shattered on the floor. Oops! This was the first time that we have broken glass in our kitchen since Connor started crawling around on the floor, and it took me a long time to make sure that I had gotten every little bit of glass out of every little nook and cranny around the cabinets, refrigerator and stove, so that he couldn't find any.
Then, yesterday, while I was driving to the eye doctor, I broke my favorite sunglasses. They were in my hand, and I somehow shattered one of the lenses. I'm going to have to get a new pair now. (And the ones that they tried to sell to me at the eye doctor's office were just too expensive (starting at $179!), even though they weren't prescription sunglasses.)
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