Requiem for a Shelf
Last week The Wife and Kid Sis did some decorating here at Casa AIH. They set up shelves, hung (hanged? I can never keep that straight) art, and generally spiffied up the place.* I was wise enough to stay the hell out of the way and then show appropriate appreciation for what the ladies can do when they get me out from underfoot.
The masterpiece of their efforts is what I have taken to calling the Wedding Shrine, a lovely little display of assorted artifacts related to our wedding, including some lovely pics of The Wife, a heirloom pen (for signing guestbooks), and, most importantly, the really awesome (and rather fragile) champagne flutes that The Wife customized for the wedding.
Today, the shelf fell down and went boom.
The flutes did not survive. Not even a little bit.
The good news: No one was seriously lacerated on the broken glass, which has (I think) all been cleaned up. The shelf is back up and (I think) more stable now, with nothing fragile on or under it.
All in all, not an awful Friday the 13th.
*Fun Fact: The Wife has four shelf-feet of Mr. Potato Heads.
The masterpiece of their efforts is what I have taken to calling the Wedding Shrine, a lovely little display of assorted artifacts related to our wedding, including some lovely pics of The Wife, a heirloom pen (for signing guestbooks), and, most importantly, the really awesome (and rather fragile) champagne flutes that The Wife customized for the wedding.
Today, the shelf fell down and went boom.
The flutes did not survive. Not even a little bit.
The good news: No one was seriously lacerated on the broken glass, which has (I think) all been cleaned up. The shelf is back up and (I think) more stable now, with nothing fragile on or under it.
All in all, not an awful Friday the 13th.
*Fun Fact: The Wife has four shelf-feet of Mr. Potato Heads.