I was clearing some dishes out of the sink and had the disposal running and thanks to soapy wet fingers I dropped a spoon into the churning maws.

You know the sound, right?

Of course, it was one of the “good” spoons, from our wedding. The spoon of course is still a spoon but is no longer the good, smooth, polished utensil it once was. It will now lurk in the drawer, forever to be the last spoon picked, because it’s damaged, because it has scars.

I understand the spoon, though, so I’ll be sure to use it when I get the chance 😛

And yeah, this post sounded better in my head when I was dreaming it up while driving to work. Stoopid spoon.