By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
I finally broke something that Mr. Kaminski didn’t fuss about.
Over the course of the weekend, I broke something else. Apparently, I’m a pro at breaking things. At least that’s what Mr. Kaminski says.
Drawer pulls are a constant. I’m always pulling those things off. “I’m strong,” is my response to Mr. Kaminski’s aggravation over such as that. “Don’t you want me to be strong?” That typically stops the harassment.
Last month I broke my car. In my defense, Bonita was eleven years old with 110,000 miles. That was bound to happen sooner rather than later, right?
I’m down to one University of Texas wine glass. I tend to get excited when we score. I have multiple sets of hot rollers and curling irons. Those things are extremely fragile – likely made in China. Hair clips are a problem as well. I break those regularly. Again, not my fault. They are plastic, and y’all have seen my hair.
Jewelry is a constant issue. Thank God for Omar and Better Bling Studio. They are pros at fixing my frequent jewelry jams.
Sunglasses – actually, glasses of any kind – tend to get broke rather often. They’re just not made well is my natural assumption.
Doorknobs, shoe heels, cell phones, computers, suitcases, refrigerator handles, washing machine knobs – all have fallen into my “broke” category. Mailboxes and garage doors also make the list. Full wine bottles – a horrible, dreadful, tragic happenstance – pens, pencils and the glass in our front door. But I can justify that one. I was killing a bee that wandered into the house, and remember, I’m strong.
Purses, wallets, bags of any sort, mirrors, picture frames, Christmas ornaments and various wall hangings are on my list. Staplers are my nemesis. One Christmas, I received four staplers from my fam. It was awesome! The generous gifting came about like so: Mr. Kaminski walked in my office one day to a graveyard of staplers on the floor. As he began to collect them to return them to my desk, I stopped him in his tracks. “Those are broke – don’t bring them over here,” I exclaimed.
“So, you threw them across your office?” he queried.
A succinct reply wasn’t necessary. My glare said it all.
He quietly collected the carnage and left.
Same issue with pencil sharpeners. Multiples received one holiday. Winning! I just love a good pencil sharpener.
But this weekend I broke something new. I didn’t think it was possible to break in a new category of carnage, but your girl did it. After nearly three weeks of mayhem and madness since returning from Europe, the roller coaster stopped dead in its tracks. At noon thirty on Saturday, I walked out of our bedroom having slept over 13 hours.
“My wake up broke,” I promptly informed Mr. Kaminski.
“Finally,” he said. “You broke something that need breaking. Good job honey.” Gotta love that man. See y’all next week – on the porch!
Patti Parish-Kaminski
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