Showing posts with label TV broken glass. Show all posts
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Friday, January 4, 2013

Stories of Boken Glass


A wine glass was broken last night. I word it strangely like because I was not the one who broke it. Yes, I was drinking from the glass but Connor was the one who broke it. Not a big deal in and of itself for sure. But the set up to the breaking of said glass,  that's the problem.

See, the girls and I were watching The Big Bang Theory on the iPad when the poor glass karked it. That too, isn't that bad.  Not the first time something has been broken during the hard core combat sport of TV watching.  Sadly, I am not being facetious. Of all TV shows however The Big Bang Theory isn't usually prone to more violent couch caliestentics. Normally I vet the episodes of TBBT very carefully because I'm not a cool mom and I think some TV shows aren't meant for kids. But that's a story of judgement for another night.  Last night though, I was relaxing with some wine and watching a show that I was sure was ok. 

I found out that Teddywas watching the same episode on the lap top but on the other couch. We are a gadget family, this really shouldn't shock any of you. Teddy discovered we were watching the same episode as I laughed at one comment and repeated it. It seems he was about 5 minutes ahead of us.  We shared a laugh over our geeky family.

A few minutes later the girls and I were watching and the scene with the four of them fighting over who gets The Lord of the Rings ring starts.  Teddy pipes up, "Watch out," and two seconds later Wolowitz and Raj start teasing Sheldon about his grandmother having sex to gross him out so he'd drop the ring.

This is when the evening dive bombs.

I yell out, "CRAP! I forgot that part!" Tessi yells, "Ew!" And Connor starts to panic.  I start yelling out, " La, la, la, la, la, " to drown out the noise of Wolowitz' bizarre impersonation of Sheldon's Meemaw. Connor throws her head back and slams my hand and wine glass into the wall and shatters it.

There is no way in Hell I can tell the desk clerk the true story of how this glass was broken. My current plan is to admit to an alright rave party that was crashed by bikers. 

Much, much less humiliating.