Then I gave Kristi some dishes. T and I recently got new dishes, and I found I was too attached to my old ones to put them in the garbage. I think it's because we've had them for the entire 17 years we've lived together, so they symbolize the domesticity we instantly found and have happily maintained for 17 years. Now those few chipped dishes will live for eternity in a mosaic!
Speaking of 17 years of happy domesticity, I came across a Jello version of the building T and I got married in by Liz Hickok.
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and how exactly did you come across the jello sculpture?
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