Good news: Our 16.75 year-old marriage has outlasted most of the gifts we got for the wedding. Bad news: Three quarters of the things in our house need to be replaced.
The crockpot? Is no longer anything close to non-stick. Every time we use it, we have to soak it, scrub it, put it through the dishwasher, then scrub it again with cream of tartar, which, with a lot of elbow grease, finally gets the remaining yuck off.
The kitchen dishes bit the dust a long time ago, as have most of the set we bought to replace them. (We can’t have guests for dinner. We only have 5 dinner plates.)
The antique toaster still works but it’s on its last legs. Two slots. Not extra wide. Doesn’t really matter what setting you have it on, it all comes out the same. And the cord is hot to the touch after just one round of bread. I like firefighters but I really don’t want to meet some as they try to extinguish my toaster.
The towels are threadbare, sheets…I don’t even know. Griddle, long gone. Spice rack, lost in a move. Glassware, ha! In this house?
Amid all the devastation, though, there is a bright spot. My kids don’t know what it is or how it works, but the iron is still going strong.