Butter fingers

Last night while waiting for an Uber I dropped my phone and shattered the screen. I was not too happy with myself. This morning I had accepted my clumsiness and was planning on going to the Verizon store to see what could be done until co-worker L asked me if I had a screen protector. I in fact did but hadn't thought to take it off and check the actual screen on my phone. Turns out I just shattered the screen protector. I'm a bit embarrassed that I didn't think to check myself.

I did have a couple of very delicious (and strong) White Russians last night which may have contributed to the dropped phone incident, but in my defense I have butter fingers with or without the help of alcohol.

I'm normally a beer or wine drinker but I do love a good White Russian. Even my husband ordered one which really surprised me. The bartender at Good Life remembered us from a few weeks ago when I was giving away extra candles from our wedding. I suppose she doesn't come across someone distributing excess wedding favors too often.

Before I dropped my phone in the street