Broken Glasses and Shattered Bottles

Coincidence or are the cosmic woo-woos sending me a sign through bloody fingers and excessive cleaning?

After breaking four of eight wine glasses while washing dishes, knocking over the yummy homemade jam a la Family Tizzy, and shattering an almost empty bottle of balsamic vinaigrette all over the "I-need-a-good-mopping" spanking white tiles in the kitchen, all in less than three weeks, I thanked the lack of grace bestowed upon me by God.

But, just three hours after breaking the vinaigrette bottle, I managed to set a new daily record. I hopped into the bathroom to apply a wallop of toothpaste to the volcanic pimple ready to explode on my chin. Reaching over the sink for the mini tube of Crest toothpaste I smuggled over from the U.S, my hand brushed the coke glass filled with 5 or 6 toothbrushes and the very minty brand of French toothpaste, and to my freaking horror, I watched as the glass and all its germ filled contents tumbled into the bathroom sink.

Not again, I thought to myself. What the hell is going on here? I'm a firm believer of signs, you know, like when you have watched at least five Playtex compact commercials in less than an hour and then discover stray pads and tampons in that purse you haven't used for ages. Signs! Period a coming -- hmm, or flowing? So, as I am very superstitious and I believe in all that crap about signs and patterns in our everyday life, I scurried over to my laptop and attempted to make some sense of all this broken glass. Grace a l'internet and Google, I found an article titled "Finding new meaning in broken glass" on a Jewish website. This man, Eric, wrote a lovely article about the weird glass breaking occurrences days before his wedding.

First, out of a dozen-and-a-half of glasses wrapped in a box shipped from some store, one completely shattered; second, while having dinner with his future wife, his mother managed to knock over a water glass; and three, after the wedding, the glass frames a friend shipped completely shattered en route. According to this Jewish man, shattered glass is a good omen sign:
Breaking anything, let alone glass, normally isn't a sign of good luck. But we Jews make an exception. The climactic moment in any Jewish wedding is the part when the groom stomps his foot to smash a glass, right before the ceremonial first kiss as husband and wife. Some say that the custom symbolizes the irreversibility of the union. You cannot, after all, put shattered glass back together.
Others believe that even in times of great joy, we should remember that much of the world remains broken, and that we should dedicate ourselves to mending it. Still, I can't help but associate broken glass with the defining story of Jewish mysticism. In the beginning, God contracted all of the Divine light in the universe and contained it in a glass vessel to make room for Creation. But that light could not be contained and remain separate from the rest of the existence, and so it expanded and shattered the glass, sending holy sparks in every direction.
Today those sparks remain hidden, trapped in shards of glass, waiting to be freed by our acts of love and kindness. --eric antebi
http://www.jewishsf.com/content/2-0-/module/displaystory/story_id/29620/edition_id/558/format/html/displaystory.html


So, I guess I'm getting married soon. Do you hear the wedding bells? Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong.

Or maybe I should not have placed the vinaigrette bottle on a shelf that was way to small for it?
You decide.
Keep and eye out for those signs!