When I was moving to Virginia several years ago, I took the opportunity to ask my mom if she wanted the brown coffee mugs that we had growing up. Brown is not really her color, so all things considered, it's kind of funny that we had these very earthy-toned coffee mugs in the first place.
Of course, she was eager to get 25 year old mugs off her hands, and they are now residing in my kitchen. Which brings us to the point of this post: there is no way ANYTHING ceramic is going to last 25 years in our kitchen at the rate we're going.
In the past two weeks (no joke), we have broken:
-a mixing bowl
-a dessert/bread plate
-a big jar of salsa
-a glass pie plate
-two small lightbulbs
-a Christmas ornament
It would be nice to blame it all on a rambunctious kid and dog, but honestly, only two of those items are in any way either of their responsibilities.
Next, let's extrapolate that list to three years of marriage. I was taking inventory of our dinnerware tonight as I was washing the dishes, and was astonished that we are already down to 7 dessert plates (starting at 12). Good thing these are not family heirloom quality, but gosh, it's a bit embarrassing.
