Just look at that. It's my lovely cookie jar my son got me for mother's day. That is the bottom of it sitting on the right. The rest of it is on the left (upside down). See the lovely, jagged edges? The ones that will take your fingers off if one is not careful? Is that how a cookie jar should be? No, I didn't drop it. No, I didn't smash it against the wall in frustration. Although, I might of felt like it, when the peanut butter cookies where turning out to be crispy brown disks. But it was just a fleeting thought. Here and gone in a millisecond. Ahem.
Anyway, you want to know what happened? Here is the sad truth. My son took the lid of the jar. To get one of them sad, brown discs. Yes, that is the horrendous act that resulted in this. The action of taking off the lid off separated the jar.
I really get the feeling something is trying to tell me something. Like, maybe, to buy stock in the Christie company. Or maybe, stick to chicken or beef. It's what I know. Sigh.