Family gatherings are sometimes occasions of joy and sharing, comfort and togetherness. And sometimes they are just occasions of your parents breaking your stuff.
As a result of my father’s use of the Sacred Mac and Cheese Colander to drain some spinach–apparently with extreme prejudice–I no longer have a working Sacred Mac and Cheese Colander.
Lo! The Sacred Mac and Cheese Colander is dead:
My love for you will never die.
Long live the Sacred Mac and Cheese Colander!
(Your weeping is appreciated.)
