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artisanal_xaraIn the realm of stupid-Tonya-tricks... Today I wanted a pb&j sandwich for breakfast, so I went digging through the refrigerator for some jelly. I couldn't find my usual kind, but I found a nice jar of home-made jelly I got in Virginia, and made my sandwich. For lunch, which happened about 4 this afternoon, I opened up the refrigerator again and got out the milk. Somehow I managed to knock the mostly full jar of jelly out onto the kitchen floor. Of course, since our kitchen floor is real tile, the jar shattered into thousands of pieces, ranging in size from almost half of the jar to a fine white powder.
First, it seriously pisses me off that I've wasted a perfectly good jar of jelly. Second, though our tile floors are very pretty, it really annoys me that anything that hits the floor instantly shatters. If we had vinyl floors like most apartments that jar of jelly would have bounced and been fine. We've broken a number of things on that floor that shouldn't have broken on a more forgiving surface.
First, it seriously pisses me off that I've wasted a perfectly good jar of jelly. Second, though our tile floors are very pretty, it really annoys me that anything that hits the floor instantly shatters. If we had vinyl floors like most apartments that jar of jelly would have bounced and been fine. We've broken a number of things on that floor that shouldn't have broken on a more forgiving surface.
