One of the first things we did to prepare for the Big Move was to go through all the closets and drawers and pull out all that junk that somehow seems to accumulate over the years.  To our amazement, we discovered we were the owners of no less than 16 different kinds of cheese knives.  This is a great mystery seeing as how we only eat cheese once or twice a year when paired with a really good beer and fancy-pants crackers.

We tried selling all these cheese knives at a garage sale, but even the weirdest of the weird shoppers looked at us as if to say, “Who on earth eats all that cheese with so much fanfare?”  Without any sales, they all eventually ended up at the Salvation Army.  It’s their problem now.

So imagine my reaction when I pulled open this drawer looking for a spoon: