Like when you go to pick something up, and start dropping it and trying to catch it before it hits the ground. And wind up batting it around the room. Sometimes it's not broken, and sometimes it is and then you can throw it away.
Speaking of broken china, Jed gave me a lovely coffee mug for Mother's Day. I suspect it was on his conscience that he broke one of my blue china mugs, which really didn't bother me a bit. I break something almost every day.
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Impromptu Apple Pie
Hot buttered biscuit tops and bottoms, topped with grated cheddar and applesauce. I ate them too fast to photograph.
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