All good things must come to an end...

Especially if you have a 4 year old in the house.

Remember this lil' pretty?!

At 8am this morning, I was jolted out of a day-dream (while I was half-listening to a conference call) - by the sound of a SHATTER.

My cheap glass turned cool and twine-y vase is no more.

At least he spared the berries.

Grrr.

P.S. Hob Lob and Ross shopping yesterday - more to share over the next few days.

But, look at one of the things I got for my office:

Ignore the dust.

It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it!

My housekeeper is on strike.