Whose bright idea was it to give me super glue.

A few years ago I painted this cute little ceramic floating froggy dude that you put on your sink to hold a kitchen sponge. Yesterday my husband broke it. Being the macgyver that I am I instantly rushed to my most favorite drawer in the house. THE FIX IT DRAWER. This drawer contains everything you need to fix anything: Duct tape, rubber bands, push pins, twisty ties and my personal favorite crazy glue. I grabbed out my crazy glue and squeeeeeeeeeezed it all over the ceramic thingy. Then I popped the top back on and went about my business.

About 45 minutes later I hear, "Honey, (laugh laugh) did you glue the thingy to the tile?). O shit! That sounds like something I would do. After all I'm the girl who crazy glued her stereo knob back on and was forever stuck with one volume and a stereo that wouldn't turn off. I'm the girl who put so much glue on her speaker knob it dripped down inside of the truck and glued the door to the heater vent shut making it so heat couldn't blow into my car. I am the girl who was secretly sitting on the couch trying to peal the crazy glue off my finger with out my husband seeing that so he couldn't laugh at me. I'm the girl who glued my jeans to my legs (I still don't know how in the hell I did that.)



So did I glue the thingy to the tile? Sounds about right to me. I go in and try and pull my little ceramic guy off. I get it off but now there is glue and ceramic shit stuck to my tile. I'm off to see if I own any of that nail polish remover stuff to see if that will take the crap off.

Its a little blurry but this is what my tile now looks like.