Choosing to write this is fun and challenging. Mostly because I am trying to explain my lovely readers who do not know us, that sometimes my husband and I are just straight silly. STRAIGHT SILLY. Picture that movie Grumpy Old Men. My husband would probably be the perfect neighbor and antagonist-- if we had longtime friends living near us who deserved rotten fish in their back seat. He'd at least consider it and laugh. You would never know this from a professional standpoint. He's an easy going, smiling extrovert. But around me, he can be himself and that's what's important here. Me on the other hand. I would come from a different movie. Perhaps Miss Congeniality. A strong pretty, witty and smart woman. Can I admit to being all those things? Sure I can. As a whole and without a doubt I can say that we do things differently than others.
Backstory, Years ago my husband wanted to throw Thanksgiving dinner at our home and I was opposed. You know that's how you become the house that gets wrecked two times a year for the holiday's rights? My argument. We did not have the proper amount of plates or pots and pans to host a party for 15+ people. His rebuttal. A trip to Bed, Bath and Beyond. One complete set of Simply Calphalon pots and pans, two sets of Knork flatware, two sets of glass drinkware, and two sets of Corelle chip and break resistant plates! Which we have been having Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner on for the past 6 years. My request for the chip and break resistant plates was specifically because the boys, my nephews, were still so small. Chip and break resistant plates sounded like a must have for children under 10.Â
So for the past 6 years, Joe has complained on and off about how our forks and spoons are too heavy for out thin plates. Which I agree to an extent, but they are simple and classic. Neither of us would like to use our money to replace them. One night we were standing in the kitchen. We had just finished cooking dinner. Joe said something along the times of, "I just want to break one so we have to go buy new ones!" We were both thinking the same thing, that they wouldn't break, in the back of our mind but neither of us said it allowed. I taunted him. "Do it, break that plate." I figured the plate would just do a little bouncy or roll and we would get a laugh and eat dinner. "I'll do it! Don't tempt me!" he said. I taunted him again. We were making eye contact as he let go of the plate hitting the kitchen floor and... shattering into a ka-ba-ja-billion tiny weeny pieces with a wave of shattered plate covering every inch of our kitchen and half our living room. Even ruining our fresh cooked food.Â
We stood there in shock then laughed and laughed. We spent a good 45 minutes cleaning up that one shattered plate while laughing and talking about how we both thought our dishes were shatter-proof. Currently, we are looking into new heavier dishes.
*No cats were harmed making our memories.Â
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Our Golden Day Files come in no particular order but should you lose your place. You can read them all right here:
Intro:Â What are the Golden Day Files?
No.1:Â Tale of the Dinner Plate
No.2:Â To Jump or not to Jump
No.3:Â Here's my Number
No.4:Â The Story of Rag and Sugar Pt. 1
No.5:Â The Story of Rag and Sugar Pt. 2
No.6:Â The Story of Rag and Sugar Pt. 3
No.7:Â I broke my leg...