That has to be some sort of record, because in all my adult years I've never seen that many cups meet their demise in one 24 hour period.
One of them just had to be tossed because it had a large crack running down the side, but the other two were the work of a certain oldest child and her propensity to stack the cups she's carrying.
The funny thing is that I was just saying to a friend of mine how much I wished I could change out my dinnerware for some other colors.
Of course I can't afford to switch out all my bowls and glasses, so the Fates deemed it in their best interest to force me.
Except the Fates didn't take into consideration the plain fact that I can't afford to.
But if I had my way I'd buy a deep dark purple.
On another note, today is that same oldest child's birthday. It's her last single digit year and I'm, as always, super sad about it... children shouldn't be allowed to grow up.