We can't have nice things...
Tiny cottage is really tiny. I can barely prep food or clean up after myself, and definitely not at the same time. So when I knocked something off the counter, it smashed into this lime green vintage Anchor Hocking bowl which held my cat's water. Don't judge - her food is on a china plate. I got mad at myself for being so lazy, so wasteful, for spending so much on that bowl, chided myself for my materialistic ways. I don't know whether my Catholic upbringing is really to blame, but admonishment is required any time something goes awry. And the cat was alarmed. Not only was this A Loud Thing, but now it was something different - broken - in the place where her water should be. So I took a picture of the crash, from a cat's view to be artsy and to acknowledge her chagrin, and I planned to email it to my friend Moe and say, "We can't have nice things...", but then I noticed a pink bit of fuzz in the middle of the picture. I've spent the last...