Ugh. We are the worst team.
Auntmurble: this bulb went out.
Me: *sense of doom* I guess I should change it before it gets dark. (I go get bulbs and a step stool)
Me, on the step stool loosening the screws that hold the shade, to Murble that is pacing all around me like she is going to catch the shade when I drop it: you are making me nervous.
Me, about to set the shade on the coffee table but Murble takes it out of my hands and rushes out of the room: wha??? Oh. Are you going to clean it???
(She returns to the tv room, the shade in two pieces now)
Me, defeated. Voice cracking : what happened?
Auntmurble: probably broke when I was washing it in that tiny sink.
….we take private moments to mourn in our own ways…
Me: it could have happened to anyone.
Auntmurble: I wish it had happened to anyone else! I never learn. I think that is the last painted shade in the house and I broke them all (my bedroom has the last painted shade. I will defend it with my life. But the tv room shade was the most beautiful.) I should have just put it up dirty!
Me: I was setting it on the table and was going to wipe it out with a tissue but you ran out of the room with it.
Auntmurble: I KNOW.