Katie comes in carrying a paper bag upon which she's cradling a fairly sizable amount of broken glass. Turns out she and her brother took the car escape tool (including a seat belt slasher, pocket knife, and glass breaker) her brother gave her and tested out the glass breaking tool on the wine bottle we recently cashed.
"I broke the glass," her brother says, "because I knew if she got hurt you'd blame me, and I don't need seven foot husband pissed off at me."
One year ago today: We Know Our Own
Two years ago today: Tempus Fugit
Three years ago today: Maybe I'M the Problem
Nine years ago today: 12-30-07 - She'll be coming round the mountain