Despite what I said yesterday, I think our house might be haunted. Remember the mysterious cracked glass from last summer?
I still don’t know how it cracked in a nearly perfect horizontal circle like that while sitting in the cabinet.
Last night, I was drying dishes and putting them away, and I noticed that John’s favorite giant glass, the one he uses when he makes iced coffee, was standing up in the cabinet but had completely cracked in two, vertically.
What is happening? Should I be worried? Do we have tricksy creatures sneaking around at night?