This afternoon as I buzzed around unpacking from our weekend getaway I opened the medicine cabinet a bit too quickly. The heavy mirrored door slipped from my fingers and bumped (ever so slightly) into the lovely glass subway tiles on the adjoining wall.
For a moment I thought to myself, "Wow, I should be more careful. That might actually hit the wall next time." Then I closed the door. And saw the damage.
I called the project manager to report my "accident". I was not at all surprised to find out that this is a custom made door. I'm guessing it's not cheap either.
I did feel a little better when my six year old informed me that the whole 7 years of bad luck thing is probably "just a myth." I hope she's right!
3 comments:
I guess I'd rather pay for a broken mirror than have 7 years of bad luck, so I guess you're getting off with a good deal :) Hope it's not too expensive!!
Kate's pretty smart, so I'd bank on bad luck as a myth. But I think it makes for a catchy title:)
I haven't heard the term jacked up in so long...I'm almost homesick;)
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