A measuring cup

It isn’t so much that I broke it, you know – it’s plastic, it’s thin, it’s old. (Not that there is anything wrong with that.)

Rather it is how I broke it;
I was scooping out sugar and the handle just snapped!

The sugar must have felt it was being attacked.

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  1. I am most gratified that you don’t find “being old” to be “anything wrong”!

    There are enough other things of which your the Great Grumpy is guilty, as your Grand Mother can readily attest.

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