Secreted by the Comedy Bee

Before last night, we had a light fixture in the kitchen that looked like this:

Shawn knocked a piece of wood into the fixture and it shattered into approximately 3,593,249 pieces. Glass was everywhere. He apologized and I replied, "That's OK; I didn't like it anyway." See, if you want something new, just hand the old to Shawn, or get him in the near vicinity of the item you'd like to replace.

I've mentioned before our glass table broke. It belonged to Shawn's mother, I believe, and was handed down to his sister where it survived a household full of kids. We ended up with it because we needed a dinner table. It survived our accident prone tendencies for years until one Christmas Shawn was taking a pewter doo-dad out of a box, dropped it, and cracked the glass table from one end, clear to the other.

I've briefly mentioned our injuries received simply from running into things, falling down and finding ourselves in certain situations. People have left comments saying that we're lucky to be alive. HA HA!



So anyway....The glass shattered on the floor above. Don't walk into the kitchen without shoes for about six months. I got on my belly and found several pieces, even after sweeping, but I wouldn't go in there without at least having socks on your feet if I were you.

After all that's said and done, I'm pretty sure all that's left are splinter-sized pieces--nothing that could slice into your foot or anything. The kitchen is overall, yes--very much brighter. So I'm not complaining. At least now maybe I can cook meat without burning it to be sure that's done. (Everything looks pink against our pink counter tops.)

This is all that's left of the light fixture:

Let's all take a moment of silence for the lone piece of brass that survived. ....And pray that I get the ceiling fan that I've wanted in place of it!