My in-laws went out of town. My brother in-law had a party. His drunk friend broke their expensive lamp. Ah, youth. I spent my afternoon at the elder Hannahs' house, testing various forms of super glue and ceramic glaze while my brother-in-law ran around sucking up shards of porcelain with the vacuum. The clock was ticking. T-minus two hours until their plane landed.
James made a quick trip to Jo Ann's and came back with "instant bonding" super glue. Ten minutes later I re-attached the lamp to its base and installed a new lightbulb just in time for James to jet out the door to pick them up.
The whole experience made me giggle. As I held the lamp together, I remembered my most prominent experience with the phenomena that is super glue. I had a party at my dad's house in high school. Thirty minutes into it, someone broke the three foot-tall ceramic sheepdog my mom had painted. It was ugly as sin. But I remember working against the ticking clock to piece it together. Ear here. Nose goes here. Hide the cracks.
Then I thought about how grateful I am that I'm not in that stage of my life anymore. It made for great memories that I think of fondly. But I'm so happy that I don't have big parties when my parents aren't home. I love the simplicity of coming home after a long day, snuggling on the couch with Matt, and passing out by 10 on a good night. Blissful complacency.
...But that doesn't mean I still don't honor and respect the power of super glue.
Honorable Mentions:
- (Almost) finishing my sewing project
- Chicken nuggets and honey!
love chicken nuggets and honey. I always got honey at Mcdonalds! MIss you!
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