Let’s not kid ourselves, people

In a weekend filled with epic events and Herculean accomplishments, the most important milestone for the record books is the harmonic convergence of my mom finding some sweet replica Titanic stoneware she’d bought me 18 months ago and forgotten to give me AND me finally finding a Lilliputian plate stand small enough to hold the Lilliputian Wedgewood plate I’d bought at an estate sale almost three years ago. But time has a way of catching up with all knickknacks, and now my little family of historic dustables is finally assembled and artfully displayed and ready to represent my taste and personality and did I mention exquisite taste on the world stage.