Blog #2- Essence of Cutlery
The scent of weed wafts through the museum, overlaying the scent of cutlery. Yes, cutlery has a scent. I never would have thought so until I spent eight hours a day surrounded by it. Now I can't even open the silverware drawer without being met with a pang of boredom. Most days, I just let the kids sneak in the back and light up in the spork section, but today is not one of those days. This morning left me in no mood for bullshit. While my dad is usually already at work by the time I wake up, today he and my mom were waiting together downstairs. They sat over a beautiful breakfast of bacon, omelettes and french toast. With a breakfast so beautiful, I knew the yelling was bound to be ugly. I tried to keep my eyes in my food, while my parents stared at me expectantly. It was only delaying the inevitable. "So how's the cutlery museum?" "I dunno dad, why don't you ask the cutlery museum?" "You know what I mean." "It's fine. A few ...