Not since the Mad Hatter was a cup obsession so annoying. At least he confined his penchant for indulgence to tea cups and pots. With the grands, no kind of flatware are discriminated against; all are welcome at their table.
This is a couple who can boast never having to eat or drink from the same vessel twice. Not only do we have four or more different sets of dishes, six separate racks of tea cups, eight kinds of tall drinking tumblers and oddball glasses of all kinds, we have a serving dish for every one of Betty Crocker's bowel movements.
And who the heck has chargers these days? Are we King Herod? My grandma has enough metal chargers to serve up the heads of the entire canon of holy saints. Every time I turned around I discovered more, even as the mind could not fathom. I literally opened the cabinet above the fridge thinking, "This has to be empty; there's no way they can reach it... Aaaahh! Cups! And more cups!"
Want to blow your mind? Forget tripping out on how many stars there are in the universe or sands on the sea shore, try to comprehend how many cups are in my grandma's cupboard. You'll die trying.
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