If I was trying to start a conversation, I would say " tell me the worse thing that happened to you this week and now ,tell me the best thing that happened to you this week. Me first. The worse thing is that I was about to carry a glass table
top to the car. I had carefully put the table in the car. I very carefully picked up the glass top and moved slowly toward the door to take it to the car , to give to GoodWill. I must have just hit the right spot on the edge because the glass exploded , as
I held it. It was safety glass but let me tell you , it fell into a thousand pieces and the tile floor bounced it across the floor until I had pieces of glass in three rooms. Not a pretty picture .I had glass in my shoes,in Noodles dish,under the
dining room table.The garbage bag that I swept the glass into must weigh 15 lbs. My niece and her husband will be coming for their annual visit today, and I will ask them to carry it to the main dumpster. It feels that heavy.What a way to start a weekend.
Don't ask me how my morning was. And the good news ... Noodle, being deaf, did not hear the crash, so he did not even come to investigate , with the possibility of getting glass in his pads. That is good enough for me.