Sunday, December 2, 2012


The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
 Here is a fork line up.  I am asking anyone who may have any forks matching the one on the left to please leave them on our front questions asked. 

I thought we got through Thanksgiving without a problem until a few days later when John was apparently counting the silverware.  Seems there are a few special pieces missing.  I just don't know what to think.  (We can talk about John's anal retentiveness in a later blog)

28 years ago, just before we were married, we picked out a special set of silverware at the JC Penny Outlet Store.  I believe there were only place settings for 8.  A few years later my mom bought us more silverware in a different pattern and I gave her most of our old.  Well, I didn't realize it at the time but  we liked are weddin' wear better than our next set and I wouldn't have given the first set away had I known John was so attached to them.

Somehow, he had managed to hang on to a  handful of forks from his favorite set.  When we set the table you MUST, if you don't want to hear a ton of whining, set his spot with a "good" fork.  Even Taylor realizes this when she sets the table.

Well, Thanksgiving came and went.  We had a great day.  However, it seems a few of John's favorite forks have disappeared.  We have 12 suspects, but we can easily narrow it down to two....My mom and Sarah.

The possibilities are endless with Sarah, did she throw them  in the trash with the take out she finished eating?  Are they stuck to some bowls or plates somewhere in her room? Did you check her car?   I mean ever since we found the meat thermometer in the bathtub we really aren't sure what to think about her.  We tend to find cooking paraphernalia in every room of the house. 

The other prime suspect is my mom. She has the rest of the set.  Did she think these were hers and put them in her purse to re unite them with the rest at her house?  I'm actually leaning towards Vivian more than anyone because EVERY pot, pan, casserole dish I would pull out of my cupboard on Thanksgiving she would say "I used to have one just like that"  OR  "I think I gave that to you" OR (as she is on all fours down looking through my cupboards) "I know I left that bowl with a lid here someplace.   Remember when I brought you potato salad in that in 2005?"  "You never gave it back to me"  Now, this woman can hardly remember her grand children's names, but she knows every dish, pot, pan, and casserole dish she has ever had in her 55 years of marriage.

So mom, if you have a few of our good forks, I will trade you the 1950 metal, dented pan you were coveting at Thanksgiving. 

Until this caper is figured out, I'm setting up metal detection and possibly lie detector tests for Christmas.  We can't afford another silverware heist!

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