Aug 28 2007
Coffee Cups
We finally received our household goods shipment from Australia. Three women from the church came to help me with the unpacking. While I stood outside, initialing every box that came off the truck and supervising the careful unloading of the precious motorcycle, a young girl attempted to sort out and put away my kitchen items. In Australia, I had more kitchen cabinets than I knew what to do with and here, my kitchen cabinets are sparse. I told her to just start shoving things in them until nothing else would fit and then stack things on the table. Later, when I began to rearrange what she had done, I discovered two cabinets full of coffee cups. 46 coffee cups! I will admit that per my penance of using my Christmas dishes, 12 of those are Christmas coffee cups, but still. His most precious collection was cluttering up my kitchen. So, downstairs they go into the basement to join his old recliner and every awful military hail and farewell gift he has ever received. I’m quite certain that in his duffel bag when he returns from the desert there will be at least one cup to join all the rest.
Mugs (very appropriate for the issue at hand by the way)
It’s like having a shed in the backyard … every man has to have a coffee cup momento of each job they have had and sporting event they have attended.
I guess it’s just another thing that a woman could never understand
There is an expectation that when we come to visit (?) our contribution to your frustration will still be there!!!!!! But you can throw out the rest Hee Hee
The cubist kangaroo has not been banished to the basement. However, if Michael Thompson comes to visit, he will be banished to the basement.