The Tale of the Broken Cookie Jar

So strange things happen sometimes when you least expect them. For instance, you can be in the kitchen with your wife doing dishes while she is cooking breakfast and your cookie jar can just jump off the fridge and break into a thousand tiny pieces.

 So the story behind the cookie jar is that Deidra's friends took her to a pottery painting place and she made it for us. It took hours of hard work. She brought it home and was so proud of making our first family cookie jar. It was definitely cute and, of course, held special meaning for us as a new couple. Then again everything for us is a first still so anything like that holds special meaning. So, as you can see, it was seriously bustecated (broken) into about a thousand pieces. We picked up the pieces and put them in a box lid to get ready to throw them away. But this just couldn't be. How could we let this go so easily? I decided to buy some super glue (Gorilla Glue brand) and piece together the broken shards of our cookie jar. It was more than just preserving a receptacle for cookies; it was about memories for us...well, we like cookies too. So, after an evening of trying to piece this thing back together this is what we have.

We like the busted look. It has character. It tells a story. Plus it is 40 dollars and a few hours of effort to try to go and make the same one over again. So, we have a disaster, a moment of despair, a moment of hope, and then, a busted glued-together cookie jar.

 Once the cookie jar had given up hope of ever seeing cookies again, David saved the day! Deidra made cookies this very day and the jar is happily back to full operating condition (with some nice battle scars ;)).