the other day, one of my glasses from my favorite store in manhattan broke (no picture because mr. Z likes to help me get over my need to keep everything so...he threw it way).
i was really upset that it broke so i started whining like a baby to mr. Z. he thought i was being ridiculous because "you never even use that glass".
"whatever mr. Z! i still loved that glass! in fact, i was just about to use it!" i said in the brattiest voice possible. and i continued to whine and complain.
the next night when i got home from work, there was a new glass on the counter...
"since your glass broke yesterday, i went and got you a new one."
i love this glass even more than the one that broke.
...and i love mr. Z