So many glasses.

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When we travel and drink, the husband likes to get a glass from the bars and restaurants he’s enjoyed. Since we used to do this quite often… we’ve amassed a large collection of glasses. Some of them are in the house but most of them have migrated out to the barn. And though we’ve stuffed the freezer compartment of the beer fridge with frosty ready to fill receptacles….

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There was still a large portion waiting for a home.

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And a whole lotta paper destined for the fireplace.

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Sadly the husband’s aborted little two foot shelves don’t offer much useable space.

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And once the double tap kegerator is installed things will be even tighter.

Roy Scheider was right.

We should have built a bigger bar.

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29 thoughts on “So many glasses.”

      1. My dad’s people were all pack rats. They just couldn’t turn loose of anything.

        I think a lot of that was born out of the Great Depression. My maternal GM recycled everything she could. She was a teen, growing up in the middle of that, with a dad trying to keep his tobacco farm. As a kid, I saw her buy expensive paper towels and wash them for re-use. She was very efficient and a distinct contrast to the paternal side that hoarded everything.

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  1. I like to get a glass from favorite places, too. Much to Tara’s horror, this sometimes means pocketing a glass when she isn’t looking (though I’m so ashamed of this practice now I usually just fork over money).

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