As most of you know, I am not the kind of person to read into things. I don’t believe things happen “for a reason” nor do I subscribe to the idea that saying something makes it true.
On the other hand, there are times when I can’t help but wonder what a more superstitious Ken would think when faced with certain situations.
Case in point: The Mystery of the Breaking Glasses.
Vicky and I got a set of glasses for our wedding. Tall and solid, we saw a long and happy future of drinking plenty of alcoholic beverages ahead of us.
Now, not even two years later, we’ve been breaking the glasses like crazy. We’re almost out of glasses!
What might this mean? Any soothsayers out there, for sooth?
I’m thinking it means that Vicky and I get to pick up a new set of glasses! That’ll be fun! And since we break them so easily, I’m thinking we should get something extremely fragile and see if we can waste them inside of a week.