"Noooooooooooo!" is what I wailed as the bowl I was drying flew out of my hands and landed on my favorite (and first)
whiskey glass, from
Clay Coyote Pottery. The cup was an unfortunate casualty of yet another dish-drying accident by yours truly. I am about to enter into talks to voluntarily ban myself from that obviously dangerous activity.
I can almost hear Jack Nicholson yelling, "You can't handle the dishes!"
(For what it's worth, the cheap bowl I was drying survived unscathed.)