I bestow unto you the gift of plate.

Well there's a straightforward and well-described gift if I've ever seen one.

I suppose gifts like these were the polite and cherished precursors to the rude and ungrateful "my grandma went to Delaware and all she got me was this t-shirt" t-shirts.

Cheapskate grandma. Couldn't even get me a gilded piece of fine china. 



Fun Fact: Apparently Port Arthur hasn't been Port Arthur since 1970. It's now part of Thunder Bay, ON. Don't ever tell me this blog isn't educational.

We'll cherish the memory forever. Until we don't. And then someone else can.

"Hey Hun, it's me. I'm just out running some errands and I'm at the thrift store and, well, I forget. Did we go to Cancun in 2004? ... It was 2005? Are you sure? ... Shoot. So close..." *returns plate to shelf*