Kitchen cabinets

Right now my daughter and I are cleaning out the “plastic crap” cabinet in the kitchen because I splurged and bought some new dishes and have nowhere to put them. I am now of the opinion that kid restaurant cups breed in dark spaces.

Because I am a nice human, I sent my grumpy husband kayaking. He’s mad because today’s our seventeenth anniversary, and I said we shouldn’t buy presents for it (since I just squandered money on new plates). But I had an anniversary card in my card repository (yes, I keep one of those boxes with cards that I buy months ahead of time, although now it’s mostly empty except for a bunch of general belated birthday cards) that I’d forgotten to give him one year, so he’s sulking because he didn’t get me a card and now he feels like a heel. Hopefully the river will cheer him up so we can go out to eat tonight and be happy.

Back to the salt mines.