66 Square Feet (Plus): Glass

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Glass

After the ~~little prick,~~ ~~tick~~ I mean 22 year old cat sitter had exited these square feet leaving a trail of shattered glass and filthy surfaces in late March, I sounded off about it here.

Yesterday a box arrived. Inside was a catnip cigar for the Don and 12 gorgeous, hand blown glasses sent by the lovely lady who had recommended the ~~spoiled toddler~~ young man for the job. There was no way she could have known, yet she felt responsible. For that, mea culpa.

So, from this island to that mainland, I thank you, Melanie. Your extraordinary generosity will be our drinking pleasure, and hopefully, soon, yours too.

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AnyesJune 17, 2010 at 12:02 PM
They DO look good with your terrace wall as a backdrop no matter what they will be filled up with...Cheers
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my croftJune 17, 2010 at 1:25 PM
no mea in that culpa - all culpability rests in that . . . young man who should have had the cojones to man up. Good lord, the kids today. I can't remember the last time I was so hideously embarrassed by something/someone and I hope it's an even longer time before it happens again.

wv: credroc.
I couldn't have put it better myself.
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webbJune 17, 2010 at 5:37 PM
That's friendship!
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donnaJune 18, 2010 at 10:02 AM
very lovely gesture.
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Thursday, June 17, 2010

Glass

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