Special Spoon

Somehow I ended up with a spoon from the church kitchen.

Actually, I "borrowed" a bunch of spoons, forks and knives from the church kitchen for a Christmas party I had a while back so I wouldn't have to use plastic ware and this little spoon ended up left behind when I returned all the other flatware.

Anyway, the spoon. It's plain compared to my other Oneida "tea rose" spoons and somehow, it's been designated as the special spoon. The boys taunt each other when they get it passed out to them at a meal.

I can understand if that was the only odd spoon out in our silverware drawer, but it's not. There is another spoon that is different. Robert purchased it in Japan when he was over there for work so he could eat at his hotel room and not have to buy every meal out. And the spoon came home with him.

"Why isn't that spoon the special spoon," I asked.

"It just isn't," Jonah said.

"It's not fancy. This other spoon is a little nicer. I would think this would be the special spoon."

"It's like when Indiana Jones chooses the cup at the end of The Last Crusade. He picks the one that is plain because that is the cup of a carpenter. This spoon is like that cup."

Okay.

I'm not sure if they actually think they have the holy spoon, but considering it is church property, there might be something to their reasoning.

A List

Things I Would Like to Do Today

Run/walk 2 miles
Write Goodreads review on the best book I just finished (Truth in Advertising by John Kenney)
Work for 45 minutes to an hour at my job
Go to the Dutch store to by hagelslag
Prepare my Sunday School lesson so I can help in-laws move tomorrow
Write a clever Facebook status update about how my neighbor used his car remote to lock his doors last night at 2am and made the horn honk three times working in the fact that I wasn't able to go back to sleep after 2am. (check!)
Put a note on the windshield of neighbor's car asking very nicely to not honk the horn at 2am.
Shower
Return/Pick up books to/from the library
Start a new book
Eat breakfast (not including the chocolate peanut butter cookie I already had)

The thing is, if I'd gotten my running clothes on and just left the house when the kids went to the bus stop, I'd already be back from my run/walk and halfway through breakfast.

Instead, I put all that effort into the Facebook status update and the subsequent checking back for comments and/or likes.

*Update - conference call with 2 sisters and run/walk is out. I'll do it tomorrow. Probably.
Also, the neighbors are having a garage sale, so the passive aggressive note leaving will have to be scrapped too.