The Fretful Mother's Blog

Unbeknownst to me, someone who is oh-so-helpful with cleaning up left out one of my wine glasses. I did not see it while I was unloading the groceries and accidentally knocked it over. I figured it out when I heard the glass shatter. Nice surprise. And while I was upset about having to throw out one of my treasured pieces, what I’m most afraid of are the little invisible shards that remain. What was once a transport vehicle for goodness is now a transport vehicle for cutting up my insides.
Of course this happened on the day I plan to start my Christmas baking. And of course this happened on the very counter on which I planned to roll out my dough. Little slivers of glass and cookies probably don’t mix well.
I’m planning on passing out my creations to some co-workers, neighbors, teachers, etc. I doubt it will go over well when everyone ends up in the hospital with unexplained bleeding. And all the bloody trails will lead to me. I don’t want to spend Christmas in the lock-up. I suppose I’ll have to test the cookies on my own. If I don’t die, I’ll go ahead and distribute across the normal channels. Or I could just reserve the first batch for some very deserving individuals who will go unnamed at this time. They can truly never be too safe.

This entry was posted on December 12, 2009 at 12:37 pm and is filed under Fear of the Day. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.