When Priorities Crumble



I like glass.  Bee likes pottery.

I like things to match.  Bee appreciates the creativity of individualism.


I used to think, “There's no way I can serve drinks out of mismatched stemware.”

This is a picture of our dishes.

Bee wins.

And it just doesn't bother me anymore.

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