In years past I enjoyed a good neighborhood garage sale, but these days I'd rather peruse an old antique shop. I don't typically buy anything, I just look. Earlier this week I dropped (more like tossed) my new plastic "glass" in the driveway. It didn't shatter, because it's not glass, but it did have a crack from top to bottom. Sadness. I'd only had it a few weeks. It was a good run, I guess, and I drank lots of water during those hot, sticky days.
Early this week I told Hannah I was going to go in an antique store and buy myself one of those old Looney Tunes collectible glasses, the ones we got from Carroll's way back in the 70's. I specifically told her I wanted Speedy Gonzales. He can be tricky to find and costs a pretty penny, but he'd been my favorite before Mom and Dad bought new stoneware and packed all our old, mismatched dishes away and hauled them off to the Salvation Army. We had a decent, though incomplete, glass collection as kids. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Tweety, Sylvester the Cat, Roadrunner, and Wile E. Coyote... They didn't keep a one so far as I recall.