On my birthday three years ago my best friend presented me with two crystal low ball glasses. They're not waterford, of course, or anything fancy but they were my glasses and I never put it in the dishwasher or profaned it with lesser beverages. Allow me to digress a moment; this reminds me of a story. Pour a glass and sit a while.
Shortly after I received this gift, my new mother in law came to visit. The very first morning, I walked into my kitchen and my mother-in-law is drinking orange juice out of my bourbon glass. It is not as though this would be the first thing she would grab in the morning; it was on the top shelf back behind some others. I remember sitting at the breakfast table just watching her lift it off the table biting my tongue.
Now, I'm not some kind of possessive freak, I was just feeling a little crowded at the time. Perhaps I should mention that this was after she walked in on me in the shower. . . .
So now, after four years and two moves, I broke one. It was completely my fault. It was sitting in the cupboard on the top shelf. I reached behind it to get another glass for my daughter, began to lift it over, and the bottom of the glass in my hand just tipped the rim of the crystal. Looks like I took a bite out of it. It didn't even fall off the shelf.
I've attached a picture. The bourbon is Yellowstone (this is the only example of white label yellowstone I've ever seen, usually its black bottom shelf right?). I'm going to pour a Old Commonwealth for auld lang syne.