Broken Celebrations

I don't really have a housing post to make this week.  Tonight, I broke a bowl - which just adds to the list of glasses I've broken.  They are all Mike's dishes.  Do you think I'm subliminally trying to say something?  I'm really not.  Every time something breaks, I might be sad but the reality is... it's one less thing to move when Moving day comes :).

That's my tip - celebrate the broken things.