So on the way out of Columbus this morning, we stopped by the storage unit where we’ve been keeping a bunch of stuff since we got married nine years ago.
We checked for two reasons. First, we have to bring all that crap back to Pittsburgh sometime fairly soon, and we wanted to see exactly how much stuff we had to haul. And second, we’re hosting Thanksgiving for my parents this year, and we wanted to grab some of the dishes and other accessories we had in storage so we didn’t have to serve Thanksgiving dinner on plastic plates.
Unpacking five boxes when we got home tonight was a little like opening our wedding gifts on the night we returned from our honeymoon in Hawaii. We hadn’t seen most of this stuff since 1999, so the sense of surprise was nearly fresh.
And yes — we have at least two pizza stones.