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WELP.
At least one of them is intact?
Soschoolpsychnerd and I were sitting down and enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon listening to the Metroid Episode of VGMPire when we heard a tremendous crash from the kitchen. I yelled out to ask what the hell it was, she replied that she had no idea, we both went to check and found...that. One of the cheap plastic shelf supports had snapped in half, causing the shelf to collapse and dumping all of our large plates, rice bowls, and pickle dishes out on to the floor. Most of them, including the majority of the plates I inherited from my grandmother, the rice bowls we bought at the Ginza Festival, and the pickle dishes we got as a wedding present from schoolpsychnerd’s uncle, were shattered into a million pieces.
At least the smaller plates survived. And the shelf didn’t actually break, and the cabinet doors opened instead of having the dishes smash through the glass there. If the cabinets had broken too, it would have been much, much more annoying than it is.
After we cleaned everything up, we headed out to the Asian grocery store to get some more supplies for curry and night and now to pick up some cheap rice bowls until we can get more durable replacements. On the way back, we stopped in to a restaurant and grabbed some cookies. And since we already had milk, well:
Hopefully nothing goes wrong with the curry!
At least one of them is intact?
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schoolpsychnerd and I were sitting down and enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon listening to the Metroid Episode of VGMPire when we heard a tremendous crash from the kitchen. I yelled out to ask what the hell it was, she replied that she had no idea, we both went to check and found...that. One of the cheap plastic shelf supports had snapped in half, causing the shelf to collapse and dumping all of our large plates, rice bowls, and pickle dishes out on to the floor. Most of them, including the majority of the plates I inherited from my grandmother, the rice bowls we bought at the Ginza Festival, and the pickle dishes we got as a wedding present from schoolpsychnerd’s uncle, were shattered into a million pieces.At least the smaller plates survived. And the shelf didn’t actually break, and the cabinet doors opened instead of having the dishes smash through the glass there. If the cabinets had broken too, it would have been much, much more annoying than it is.
After we cleaned everything up, we headed out to the Asian grocery store to get some more supplies for curry and night and now to pick up some cheap rice bowls until we can get more durable replacements. On the way back, we stopped in to a restaurant and grabbed some cookies. And since we already had milk, well:
The cookie is also broken. It’s that kind of day.
Hopefully nothing goes wrong with the curry!
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Date: 2015-Feb-23, Monday 15:20 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-Feb-24, Tuesday 00:34 (UTC)I had actually talked about replacing our plates with square ones since I liked the aesthetics of those better, but we didn't want to get rid of our heirloom dishware. I guess we don't have a choice now...
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Date: 2015-Feb-24, Tuesday 03:34 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-Feb-24, Tuesday 04:34 (UTC)