The wife is a constant delightful surprise in some things and fairly standard in others.
For example, women like to move stuff around.
Once every couple of years she moves the furniture just so things look different.
I spend the next month walking into stuff in the middle of the night when I get up for a glass of water.
The price of wedded bliss.
Then a while back she was at Costco and decided to change the china.
We usually use a paper plate.
Don’t snicker – you probably do too.
It’s easy, nothing to wash and it’s not like the President is dropping by for dinner.
I wouldn’t invite him anyway.
I’m a bit upset with the guy these days.
I’m sure the NSA will pass this on and I’ll get a sharply worded letter from the White House soon.
I think if the guy ate off paper plates and bought his own gas we’d all be better off.
Anyway, the wife comes back with these luau, school-lunch type paper plates.
It’s like the one’s Igge’s provides for funerals and such.
You can’t load them up because they start to bend in the middle and in my house the dogs are waiting below for anything that might drop to the floor.
One law of the universe is dogs own what hits the floor.
These things taste like exactly what they are – a paper plate.
Leave something soggy there long enough and it comes through the other side.
The old ones at least had a plastic coating, which tastes better than paper and don’t leak.
I suspect these were on sale and she cannot resist a sale, regardless of the product.
We got stuff all over the place that had a price that called to her frugal soul.
Some were used once before they broke or maybe never worked in the first place.
Some remain in the original container because I laughed so hard when she showed it to me.
I really have to stop doing that because it makes her angry.
Anyway, back to the paper plates…
Even she admitted this wasn’t up to her usual excellent choices.
We are back to the exquisite paper plates we have used for years.
We still won’t invite the President over.
He makes me grumpy.