Notice anything weird about this picture? Besides that my kitchen wall looks all psychedelic, it’s really lime green and not rainbow. Anyway, this is my giant fork and knife. They used to live on the wall with their matching spoon. But the other day CSP was trying to open a garbage bag. And somehow he spazzed out and my beloved spoon apparently “flew off the wall and broke” on its own accord. Not just broke in a way that it could be glued back together, but shattered. My Mom, Gigi, had given me this set so I told her about the disaster. CSP wasn’t thrilled that I had shared the news. Then he heard me telling my sister about it over the phone. He started yelling “WHO HAVEN’T YOU TOLD?? WHO HAVEN’T YOU TOLD?? DO YOU HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO TALK ABOUT? WHY NOT CALL THE CHARLOTTE OBSERVER?” Bahahaha! OMG Sara and I laughed so hard.
Then to rub salt in the wound…I opened the fridge today to find this scene: Yep, that’s one of our pots. A sauce pan. Wearing a bowl as a hat. The pot has CSP’s charro beans in it. Beans that would be very happy in a Tupperware bowl. Did I mention that not 2 feet away from the fridge is an entire cabinet devoted to Tupperware? Bowls and matching lids of all sizes. Stacked neatly. All bean worthy. Why does this man torture me so???