Backup of David's Livejournal

We have two sets of steak knives.  A nasty old set of four that I've had since leaving home for college.  And a shiny new set that we got as a wedding present.

My wife always brings out the old set.  We don't care about it, and toss those knives into the dish washer.  I always bring out the new set, they cut so much better.  But we hand-wash those.

Today, she gave me one of the old knives with dinner.  I glared at her.  She knows I never use them.

I sneered, "You know that those precious so-called new knives of ours are exactly ten-years-and-one-day old now?"

She grinned back, "Yeah, but they look just like new!  Aren't you grateful?"

She's incorrigible.  I'll just have to take her as-is.