Why do I always reach for that odd glass? It doesn't belong to any set, it doesn't hold any more or less amount, it isn't more attractive...but I find I always think of it as My glass. I can't even remember where it came from, although I think it may have held a candle at one time. Every cupboard has one, I suspect. Perhaps, because it wouldn't matter if it became chipped or broken, it gets more use. Or perhaps, I like the individuality of it, which makes it special. Or perhaps I am just a creature of habit and I am stuck in the same old, same mold. Whatever the reason, I will continue to use it...now if I can just address that troublesome adage about having a glass half full...maybe some other time♫♪
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