shattered

   tall glass drying on the counter.  dog needs to investigate.  i am in the bathroom about to dry my hair and i hear that glass shatter like it's a full set.  run to the kitchen, dog running away with his tail between his legs.  david, sitting at the opposite counter eating his lunch, pipes up, "sam did it!"  i know.  then noah, "sim di it!"  gotcha.  noah, "wha he doooo?"  me, "he broke the glass."

   so needless to say, dog is terrified for his life--with good reason--and is promptly locked in his crate to spend however much time it takes for me to get un-mad in the dark.

   my kitchen floor is covered in glass of all shapes and sizes; from the piece that served as the bottom 1/4 of the glass, to a glistening powder settled in the grout.  i go about picking up the bigger pieces, while coating the bottom of my feet in said powder.

   two full sweeps of the entire floor and a run of the vacuum to take care of the cracks and crevices, the floor is glass-free (well, hopefully, but i'm sure there is still some), and the dog is parked in his crate in the corner of my bedroom....  for the rest of eternity.....