I Hate Glasses With Guts

You know we are living in a furnished rental place when you see the dinner table and coffee are all made of glasses. I hate having glasses around in my house for good reasons. Glasses should merely be used as windows. Even that, I hope there is substitute.

The floor length glass in our living room was shattered into a few thousand pieces yesterday. First we thought it happened by itself with some invisible force. After a little investigation, we found out the least possible trouble maker – our princess was spinning a necklace/bracelet that I bought her. One of the beads that was magnetic and shaped with angles went off the string and hit the glass to create an almost invisible chip. Wow! The glass didn’t fall off but the cracking noises went on for nearly an hour.

On top of the scare, I bumped onto an open glass cupboard door, slightly to the right of my forehead. When we were withdrawing from the restaurant in the evening, I bumped onto the closed glass door, slightly to the left of my forehead. With all the glasses involved, I was just relieved that nobody got hurt. Well, two bumps on my forehead are minimal and they are evened out. You might consider me having a slightly protruding forehead.