It's my friend's fault
I have this friend (I've never even met her but she IS my friend) and I don't want to say her name but she lives someplace where Dorothy & Toto came from (you remember the Wizard of Oz?).
I posted a photo the other day of a glass full of water (I'm an eternal optimist). She suggested I exchange the water for wine (which I did) but she never said how much wine to use and so I just kept filling the glass when it got empty until I ran out of wine.
Look what happened to the wine glass. It's all her fault. If she is going to give me direction (and she knows I always do as I'm told) then she has to set limits. So, it's not my fault.
I am broken up about the whole thing. Really, I mean - I am fractured; shattered in fact.
On the other hand, maybe it is my fault and I don't remember - I was smashed at the time.
