After 45 Years

Two hours ago they were bright and shiny and not bent. Even after being stored away for camp use.

In June we will be married for 45 years. You would think after that length of time I would know better.

For over 30 years they were in my camping supplies. I took good care of them, I had them safe.

Earlier this week, a gentleman was looking through my garage sale items, I have been accumulating for a while. On top he found them, He picked them up.

I said "OH No those are the first I ever owned. They are not for sale." I took them in the house for safe keeping. I had planned to hang then above my sink or whatever. I still may.

However tonight as "Someone" was washing dishes, I heard this awful noise . I ran in, The Garbage disposal was running, (it takes him a few moments to figure out something is wrong). He turns the disposal off. I have small hands so I can reach in to fish things out. As I reach in he says, "Oh it may be those spoons."

Spoons! No it can't be. It just can't be. I only left then unattended for a few minutes.

I pull one out, then two, then three, then four, I look at him and say,

"Oh Honey, they were so old, I saved them all these years."

He began to pick them up to throw away.

Again, "Oh No I have a good blog post, you blew it." Plus I am not throwing them away, that will be the job of one of you children. Someday.

So am I upset? No just a little sad. But they are only spoons. Waaaaahhhhhh

Or is it AHHHHHHHHHH MENNNN. (that looks like Amen, which it is not! It is MEN with a scream in front of it.)

But if he thinks this gets him out of dishes, HE IS SO WRONG. I COOK! HE CLEANS.