I can say tonight, in true bachelor fashion, that I have every piece of flatware in the house currently bathing in the dishwasher. Accompanying them is every bowl, dinner plate, and salad plate. Before you think me too much of a slob, please take into consideration that prior to the ex leaving, the plate herds were, shall we say, culled in fits of … whatever it is that temperamental ex’s experience at random times (okay, I broke one of the dinner plates, but I wasn’t hurling it at anyone at the time). Thus, a complete eight piece set is now four dinner plates, five salad plates, five bowls, two coffee cups and four coffee plates. The flatware was culled as well, but I never had to throw pieces of them away. Amen.
Anyway, it's a good thing I have frozen burritos, a working microwave, and beer in the fridge for dinner. Happily the bottle opener doesn't need to be washed, so it's all good.
Mozart, Symphony No. 1, ES-Major KV 216
Where are we going? And why are we in this handbasket?
2 comments:
Temperamental, klutzy and single people should only own plastic dinnerware. I know it's not as nice, but I myself own a great many dishes in plastic, mostly because I have a ceramic tiled counter and porcelain tiled floors, therefore plastic outlasts everything else and accumulates. I also think it's a symptom of being single, having mismatched dishes and incomplete sets. Seriously, who cares if your dishes match when 90% of your "entertaining" is with pizza?
It may well come to that; I've got a fair amount of that washable tupperware stuff as it is.
Pizza though? Eh, not since that incident a month ago...
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