Remember that set of 4 martini glasses I bought as my Differently back on Day 15? Yeah, now I only have 3.
This is why I can’t have nice things. I’m going to go back to drinking out of plastic cups – it’s much more my speed.
BTW, in case you are wondering, I have broken glasses before but I’ve never broken a martini glass so it counts as being different. Perhaps not in a good way, but different never the less.
I’m trying not to take this as a sign of anything other than I should drink less. Or maybe more, I’m not sure which. But I have to admit that I’m feeling almost as fragile as these glasses are lately. I can be as cavalier as hell about the spot under my arm most of the time – I remain convinced that the chances of it being nothing are vastly larger than the chances of being something – but if I’m being honest, which I promised I would be, I’m spooked.
Monday with Dr. Wile E Coyote. Fingers crossed.