Hubs and I went out to a steakhouse last night. I don't like steak but he loves it, and I'd gotten him a gift card, so I got to tag along. On our way there, he told me that it was "tradition" to take a knife home with you when you ate at a nice steakhouse, since they have nice steak knives. I showed my disapproval, and thought that was that.
Until this evening when I did the few dishes sitting on the counter and discovered a knife I had never seen before sitting in a pot that had been soaking overnight.
Until this evening when I did the few dishes sitting on the counter and discovered a knife I had never seen before sitting in a pot that had been soaking overnight.
Comment