Tagged along with Happy Wife the other day, we went to Pier 1 Imports. Don’t know that I’ve been before. Quite the menagerie of stuff there. We went to get two spill resistant glasses for our domestic date nights (see below). The ones we have for this purpose are funnel shaped. Even slightly twirling one sets the contents therein into a tornadic rotation, which can be pleasantly hypnotic, until the liquid whorl breaches the rim of the glass and dampens one or both date night day participants.
While HW searched for better glasses I randomly inspected various items to see where they were imported from. All were from China. I says to HW, “Let’s see who can be the first to find something not imported from China.”
She won with this gem:
Somewhere, somebody in Indonesia is holding a giraffe ear wondering where the rest is.
I don’t know, might work well in a room with a jungle theme.
Like I said, the shopping trip was prompted by our dissatisfaction with certain glassware that I’d used earlier. HW had arrived home, showered and primped, and encouraged me to do the same. In the meantime she took advantage of a gloriously warm August day to set a table on our backyard deck complete with select cheeses and meats. I brought the fun in a glass. She called it, Chez Nibbe.
