Well now that we are on Buffalo Hill I am missing a lot of kitchen stuff. It is in the boxes marked kitchen miscellaneous. Most of it I can live without; except we had one problem. I had only packed two steak knives when we moved to the rent house. We have had several people over for dinner and had to share knives. Luckily everyone was agreeable and looked on it as part of the adventure.
This weekend Bill came running when he heard my squeal and was just as excited as I was when he saw a full set of knives. It is really amazing how the little things in life mean so much.
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