I got three amazing little clay skull creations in exchange for a painting called Jar Man. She is one of my INTERNATIONAL traders. Yes. That's right. INTERNATIONAL. A TOTALLY DIFFERENT NATION. Or something.
When Regina offered me Owl Man - a clay dude that is half owl and half man - I accepted at once. Then, I just had to sit back and wait for the USPS to speed along my little owl-ey creation. Well, USPS must have been working too hard and too fast. Maybe they worked hours that were too long and that made it so they weren't really concentrating on their work. Maybe they are just assholes.
Regardless of the reason, the post office did crack off one of Owl Man's ears. Sigh. "That's okay," I thought. "I'll just super glue him back together." I set him on the kitchen counter and very carefully fixed him up.
Enter my husband.
He needed some space on the kitchen counter and pushed some other things around - not noticing that there was a clay Owl Man hanging out. He pushed him onto our tile floor where he cracked into four more pieces.
So then he sat on the counter for a few months.
Until finally, I broke my ankle and couldn't leave the house. Then, I finally sat down to super glue this Owl Man back together again.
Thank god I broke my ankle. Thank god.