My move took a toll…

• Every limb on my body: bruised in action
• Two toenails: permanently stained by Benjamin Moore
• Three gorgeous red wine balloon glasses: one lost in transit, one a victim of a carelessly flung elbow, and one delicately hand-blown bowl busted by vigorous toweling
• One bottle of Highliner Pinot Noir: christened my kitchen floor (SO…PISSED…OFF…)
• One bottle of Merryvale Cabernet: a barely interesting vintage, but still a loss

I’m particularly miffed because I had previously never, drunk or sober, broken a wine bottle. And I worked at Trader Joe’s for a while — I used to toss cases of wine around, and I was the only one who never broke a bottle. My ego is having trouble with this.

A friend recommended drinking down what’s left of my meager “collection” and I think it’s a fine idea. Except I’m down three red wine glasses.