There's no crying in pottery

But I still might moan a little. I bisque fired my sangria pitcher yesterday and when I opened the kiln this morning I saw that the bottom had blown out of it. Sob! What once once a sangria pitcher and two cup set is now, well, a two cup set. The bright side (because there is a bright side to everything) is that Grandma's teapot was unharmed by the shrapnel. Phew!