I recently moved in with my boyfriend and so exited to unpack all my pretty dishes to put in the hutch, 12 pretty dinner plates among other dishes. We did some serious remodeling.. painting, carpet, countertops.. you name it, we did it.. and I must add in a very short amount of time.. I invited my family over for an early Thanksgiving dinner yesterday to see my new digs and show off all our hard work.. 13 of us in total (remember I said I had 12 pretty plates I unpacked from storage). Everything was awesome.. best thanksgiving meal I’ve ever cooked. Anyway, being the hostess that I am, I made sure everyone got their food and sat down to eat before I got my own.. sitting at the table looking around at the bounty and my smiling family and then realizing I had the un-matching plate that I snatched out of the cupboard.. it dawned on me.. I had (a week back) one of those.. “note to self” moments while I was unpacking my pretty dishes.. “hmm.. self.. these look like little mouse turds.. we better wash them before eating off of them” OMG!! This is a story I can’t really tell anyone.. not even my boyfriend.. well, not until next Thanksgiving 🙂