Here’s the thing: My family teases me that I have no strength. Anywhere. They’re wrong, and I’ve kept it a secret for many a year.

I can lift a gigantic bottle of water. That’s right. It took a long time for me to drain one of those giant bottles of water that goes on our water machine, and to be honest, I was hoping that when I did, my parent’s would be in town.

Alas, no. Yesterday, after having worked for 6 hours on the verge of vomiting because no one would pick up their phone, I hauled one of those bottles from the garage, across the kitchen, and turned it upside-down to fix atop the water machine.

Take that. I may not have actual strength, but I have determination.

Of course, after all that hard work, I needed water glasses to put my newly acquired water in.

I thought about getting two sets, but I figure if I progress with this depression glass stuff, one will be sufficient.

Speaking of depression glass, I started my collection this morning via eBay. Before I left for work, I bid on this.

When I came back from work, they were mine. All 6 of them (at least I think 6).

While I was at Target, picking up those glasses, I saw some white salt & pepper shakers in the shape of fish. For some reason, I really liked those… For some horrible, self-deprecating reason. (I’m pretty sure that’s not the right way to use that coupling of words, but you may not know that, so I’m leaving it.)

Jon & Kate Plus 8 continues to amaze me. I don’t care what allegedly happened with various members of their friends and family. Their children seem to be very well behaved and adjusted. They’re endlessly fascinating.

A phone rang seven times during church this evening.

On the way to dinner with my brother, I saw a car like mine with a Hawaii tag. I got pretty excited about that.

Today, I found out that one of my customers was in rodeos for a few years, but never got on a horse. That’s so bizarre. His grandparents, apparently, even raised Arabians. While I’m talking about customers, let’s talk about Susan who makes the neatest things! I wish I had her kind of time.

S.A.M.S.P.A.R.R.O. by, um, Sam Sparro