There were big crocodile tears. They were Ali's, not mine. She felt bad and said she was sorry. I picked up all the pieces and asked if she was ready for soccer yet.
When considering whether to buy pottery for exorbitant amounts of money while at the Jackson Hole Art Festival....please refrain.....this one lasted an entire year and one month. Why did I fall in love with the swirly orange twists and the beautiful red interior???? Alas, another one bites the dust. Tonight's project....see if I can superglue it back together. It won't be water tight but I can still look at the pretty orange swirls.
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