The women in the locker room — most easily 20 years older than me at 39 — like to chat after water aerobics.
I set my broth — on Monday I made the turkey legs — out to cool. Then, from the other room, I heard this huge crash! I thought what in the world?! And would you believe it, my glass dining room table broke. I cleaned it all up — three gallons of glass — and called my neighbor. I said, “I need a drink!” We drank wine for hours.
Did you have something hot on it?
No! Just a little cloth and a Christmas cactus! You know, I went to my homeowners’ association on Wednesday, and they said this happens. There are pictures on the internet.
I’m never going to buy a glass dining table now.