My friend, Elizabeth, reminded me of a story that she heard over dinner at my parents' house.
When my parents were first married, they had a little apartment in town.
Mom served stew for supper one night and asked Dad, "How is it?"
He replied, "It's almost done."
Mom took both plates, slapped them together, and dropped them into the garbage can.
Whenever this story is told, she says, "I never liked those ugly plates!"
And we laugh again!