Me: Another thing* we can give to the refugee family is all those beer glasses.
Me: Come on. We have two dozen Lakefront Brewery glasses sitting in the basement. Wouldn't you rather they were being used?
Another photo from the parade by where I read to the little kids.
SH: But what if we want to use them some day?
SH: Suppose we want to have a party? People could drink beer from them.
Me: I have known you for four years. We have never had a party**. Every time I suggest having a party***, you don't want to.
SH: You just don't like having stuff. Don't you get any pleasure from having possessions?
Me: From giveaway glasses from a brewery? No.
* I have seven sets of old sheets staged on the guest room bed right now, ready to take to church for the Burmese refugee family the church will be sponsoring. Seven. Seven sets of sheets that we can give away. We have enough sheets to keep, too, including sheets that have never been opened. Enough for the guest room bed, our bed, and the pull-out sofabed in the basement. Apparently, neither SH nor I are capable of throwing away old sheets, although I think only two of the seven giveaways are mine.
** Actually, this is not true. We have had a party. But it was my party at my house in Memphis shortly after I met SH. It was a successful party despite the lack of beer glasses. Indeed, all the parties I threw in Memphis -- and there were a few -- were successful (my two party fears: 1. nobody will come, 2. There won't be enough food) despite the fact that I HAD NO LAKEFRONT BREWERY BEER GLASSES.
*** I wanted to have a housewarming party. I wanted a mid-winter party. I wanted a Peace Corps potluck. Noooooo! Even when we had our families here for our wedding, which meant nine guests here over 14 days, including three nights of meals for 11, we did not use the extra Lakefront Brewery glasses. Yes. Extra. We have seven that are in our cabinet right now that we use for water and I use for diet Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper.