Somewhere in this mess i oiled a rock.  yes, OILED a rock.  it slipped, popped out of my hands, into a perfect arc and pop down into a coffee cup.  one of the coffee cups from a brand new set of dishes.  so we now have 7.  funny thing was, if you dont count that i decided oiling a rock was a good idea, was that i said from the outset “we cant have nice things” when we bought the dishes.  im notorious for breaking dishes.  im not greek, im clumsy.  and the oiled rock picture didnt even work out.  so no oiled rock for you…