Okay, since my mom already outed me about my sad broken mug, (and since the replacement is already en route...) I guess I will tell the story of how it came to be broken. =( Friday was supposed to be a wonderful day for me, my dishes were slated to arrive and my pictures would be ready to be picked up, both things that would make me incredibly happy! I was very excited and planned on getting all dressed up, and having Becca take pictures of me opening up all my dishes! I then planned on using those pictures for both my scrapbook and for my blog. However, things on that fated day didn't go quite like I had planned.

I was awakened by Becca (I won’t say what time….) running into my room, saying “QUICK, WE’VE GOT TO CLEAN! Becca R. just called and said they are stopping by with a realtor to look at the house!” Now normally that wouldn’t be THAT big of a deal, but we had been out of fabric softener and Bounce sheets for almost a week, and dishwasher detergent for a few days to boot. The place was a wreck.

We (frantically) cleaned for about 10 minutes, then I called Becca R. back to find out what time they were coming. (We didn’t know if they were waiting outside, or coming in 3 hours, or what.) She said that they would be here in about an hour. Phew. We were able to get the house looking decent enough, and even managed to get ourselves dressed!

Fed-Ex arrived during the whirlwind of cleaning; Becca ran out, signed for it and brought in my package. It was nice big box, just waiting to be ripped into. Unfortunately, I had to wait because I was still in my jammies and we had too much to get done for me to take a break. So I waited.

Josh and Becca arrived first, about 20 minutes before the realtor showed up. (Josh even helped us clean up by throwing out the big container of disgusting rainwater from my bedroom… I think it might have had more to do with making the house not look like it was falling apart than actually wanting to clean…) While we were waiting for the realtor, Becca R. noticed the box (it was really inconspicuous, sitting on the couch, I don’t know how see even saw it…) and asked if those were my famous dishes? I was like, Yes! They just arrived, but I haven’t had a chance to open them yet… you guys have to see these! (Or something along those lines… Becca, Becca R., and Josh can verify or deny…) I then proceeded to open up the first box inside the big box, which just happened to be a mug. (Wrong choice!)

I held it out for all to see, but no one “Ooohhed”, and “Ahhhed” like they were supposed to and Josh even kinda made fun of my beautiful new mug!! I was shocked, but I had yet to do the truly shocking thing of that day. Josh took the mug and pretended to throw it on the ground. He then handed it back to me and without even thinking about it, (because I have so much faith in my beautiful new dishes…) I proceeded to drop it. Unfortunately, the handle broke into two pieces right before our eyes. I was completely shocked and sickened at what I had just done.

I knew that those dishes normally don't break very easily, so later that day, I dropped that mug again (a couple times) and nothing happened to it. The handle was just too weak to handle the fall.

Anyway... that’s all I have to say about that. =)

Oh, and I didn't even go pick up my pictures that day! But a few days later, when I did go pick them up, they were all high gloss (gag) so I had to return them, then reorder through one-hour photo because that is the only way to get them in the mat finish that I like. (They work much better and look alot nicer in scrapbooks...) Life is such a pain. =)