Calvin has rediscovered cinnamon toast. He goes in spurts: one year with, three years without.
See the cinnamon-sugar Tupperware shaker? It is close to 35 years old and has moved at least nine times. It's like a cat.
Calvin's ex-wife was a Tupperware dealer. A week after Calvin and I were married, and as I was putting our new wedding and bridal shower gifts away, I found several pieces of Tupperware in the kitchen drawers and cupboards. I carefully, and thoughtfully, and deliberately threw each piece away. No more first-marriage mementos in my kitchen. But, somehow this shaker missed the freeing frenzy.
I told Calvin several days later, long after the Tupperware had been hauled far, far away, that I'd tossed it. He groaned, "Jaaaaane, whaddya do that for? My mom bought me that Tupperware after I got divorced so I'd have stuff for a kitchen."
Whoops. Sugar and spice and everything nice is not what insecure second wives are made of.