All I want to say is...I have no idea what I was I thinking when I got out of my car carrying ten things at the same time and the one delicate breakable holiday present in a slippery plastic bag hooked onto my pinkie.
Of course I totally forgot what was even in there that I bought until it crashed to the ground and broke into smithereens on the ground next to my tire.
I really reamed myself out with a stream of expletives for that one. Then I had wine.
Half the gift was saved with the exception of one minuscule crystal that broke loose. Sonofa.......
The next act on this gift involved elective surgery to try and replace the missing crystal with one extricated from my pal's old stickpin. Double surgery, one extrication and one insertion, which required two pairs of reading glasses, a magnifying light, an eyeglass repair kit and and a tweezer that had to be retrieved from my pals car where she does her ongoing 'tweezer surgery'.
The plan was to hold it with the tweezer and put crazy glue on the end of a pin and replace it without anyone noticing.
One problem, the crystal which was the perfect size was the wrong color. It looked like the matching white, but reflected pink or green depending on whether you moved or breathed.
So I held off on the crazy glue and am now searching for a new white crystal the size of a speck of dust. It's on my to-do list today. The other 'disco crystal', is in my purse in a mini plastic bag inside one of my gloves so I'll remember it's there when I put on a glove in case I need to settle.
I may not remember at all if my hands don't get cold. Who knows.
Is it time for wine yet?