On the First Day of daddy's trip

♫♪One wine-stained hardcover; ♫♪




♫♪one gouged-up bookcase; ♫♪




♫♪ One snapped candlestick!♫♪



Not even 24 hours...

The book and bookcase happened before we went to bed last night. After he arrived at Logan Airport 2:45 in the afternoon. We woke up to the candlestick, propped up against the bowl almost as if maybe we wouldn't notice it. Though in fact he denies all knowledge of the candlestick. But then, he had been drinking a lot of red wine and single-malt scotch all evening ... Is it possible that it just spontaneously snapped off and propped itself up against the bowl like that?

You can't really make out the gouges in the bookcase in the picture I took with my new camera (Nokia 6256i -- nice little fella with uncrippled Bluetooth on the Verizon network; got it at Radio Shack), and the candlestick picture is rather blurry, too. Hard to hold a phone steady.

*sigh*

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