The main thing that has been going on around here is our major construction job on the outside of our house. It is a huge, expensive mess and drives me crazy some days. We've had to take everything off the walls in our house and move things away from the outside walls because of all the hammering, sawing, and general mayhem being perpetrated on the outside walls of the house. Except that we forgot about the liquor cabinet.

Last week I was working in my home office and Danny was working on his computer at the kitchen table. I heard a crash of glass breaking so I went into the kitchen and asked him what happened. He was having a "grouchy day" and responded all huffy-like that he had no idea what it was and why was I blaming him, etc. I didn't see anything broken so I assumed one of the workers outside had dropped a light or something. I gave Danny the evil-wife look and returned to my office.

Fast forward to last night: I went to get a German beer stein out of our liquor cabinet. We have one of those fabulous 1970's mirrored closet liquor cabinets:

So I opened the door and there was a general crunching of glass and a bottle of vermouth rolled to the floor and miraculously did not break. The vibrations from the work outside had caused all the liquor bottles and glasses to move to the front of the shelves and some glasses had fallen off. No bottles of liquor were broken but they were hovering precariously on the edges of the shelves.

I shouted for Danny and he helped me get all the bottles and glasses out of the cabinet while I gave him heck for our conversation last week about breaking glass. All told, we only lost a couple of brandy snifters. No liquor was wasted either in the writing of this blog post or in the Great Liquor Cabinet Upset. All the bottles are now safely stored on the dining room table until such time as the work finishes on the house which will probably be 2012 at the rate they seem to be moving.