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... to be a fly on the wall today
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note: this post is mostly for me. it may be interesting to you, but is mostly therapeutic on my part.

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the very short version...

as i was making our delicious afternoon tea, a champagne bottle that apparently was on the top shelf of a nearby cupboard rolled out of the cupboard and make contact with my favorite lovely teapot and granite countertop ... and then exploded all over me and the kitchen.

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as we were cleaning up the first round, and i was sorrowfully holding my badly beaten teapot, it suddenly broke apart and itself shattered on the tile floor, leaving me holding a sad little handle.

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for the second time, hugh had to pick me up and take me to a chair in the breakfast nook to have a little cry ...and pick glass out of my feet and arms.

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it's amazing how much debris a glass bottle and favorite ceramic teapot can make. my sweet husband helped me clean for an hour.

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the kitchen still smells like a strange mixture of champagne and swiffer wetjet juice...

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i am sadly mourning my lovely teapot