Though we never explicitly discuss this, Desiree and I consider ourselves every bit as classy as the next mixed-culture couple with a cabin at the base of the Great Divide in the Rocky Mountains.
Welp,
it’s time to reconsider.
Over
the weekend, we discovered that our campfire plasticware is mismatched. Our
forks are white, while our spoons and knives are clear.
That’s
a clear failure (pun intended).
Our
Mismatched Plasticware
—Mitchell
Hegman
