THE DUMP STRIKES AGAIN

My mother woke me up on Saturday morning insisting that I come downstairs immediately to check out her new “swap shop” acquisition. Her exact words related to this find were: “Don’t they have Christmas Morning Juice Glasses written all over them?!”  I had to admit that these glasses were incredibly beautiful although I hadn’t really given much thought to their required date and content, and I was still a little groggy after being pulled out of bed at the crack of dawn.

All are in perfect condition and will contain some delicious orange juice on December 25th.

(Okay, it wasn’t Saturday morning exactly. More like 1:30 or so in the afternoon. Hey, a sisty needs her sleep!)