What would happen if a group of people just started laughing spontaneously? The three of us at work today tried this, and within less than a minute there were honest-to-god tears flowing. So now there is a rule that we must do this every day. (I give full credit to Melinda for the moniker.) Ha! Ha! Ha!
We paint glass and we peel "resist" from glass and we dremel glass and we file glass and we scrape glass and we dot glass and we bake glass and we polish glass and we pack glass and finally, we ship glass out. We do not blow glass or carve glass or knit glass or knead glass or hunt glass or read glass or embroider glass or untangle glass or spin glass. Occaisionally we break glass (and gas!) with regret. Always we praise glass. Is there a patron saint of glass?