Shattered Sausages, Shattered Dreams

I just received my long awaited package from The Vermont Country Store (beloved by blue hairs) only to be faced with a broken glass bottle of German sausages inside, a size 32b bra (NOT my size, nor anything I ordered) and no wooly-booly long underwear bottoms! A certain company better be pulling out all the stops to win me back. Did I mention the glass shard stuck in my finger and the sausage juice ALL over everything? The beagles are pleased as punch about the smells and leakage, however I am less than amused. Those delectable sausages were meant as a birhtday gift for Stevie. Stevie cannot eat spoiled, glass-riddled sausages, although he might try! I sent an e-mail to their customer service - I'll keep you posted. Will they land on my "do not shop" list or redeem themselves?

Not As Nice As Your Bubbeh's Glasses

Today at one of our local consignment shops I found a bag containing five pairs of vintage 50's era bubbeh glasses! The lenses in these are disorientingly thick with bifocals and in some cases a jaundice-yellow tint, but these can easily be popped out by your favorite optometrist. I'll be keeping the flashiest pair (3 photos in the top row) for my own self as I like to look good when I am reading in bed at night.