show and tell - my sugar bowl

The owner of the kitty cafe has requested our sugar bowls for show and tell.
And who am I to not show? or tell?

Herewith -



It's Zanesville, it's Redware, it's Country Fare - it is all these and more, according to ebay and a couple of other sources. We have a luncheon set that it matches.



It's Ralph Lauren (go figure), from the outlet, for $10 with a matching creamer.



It's enamelware, from the supermarket, and matches this -



They make a nice pair, but I haven't figured out how to use them.



It's a jar.
We use it every day.
The reason escapes me.

There you have it, um, them.

Yesterday I had lunch with MFAOA and MFAOU (my favorite and only aunt and uncle), my mother and their cousin B.
B has been living, for the past 19 years in a very grand retirement home.
And she is a very grand lady.
We had very grand time while she told us of her scrabble games, her life as an octogenarian and a card game called Spite And Malice.
How wonderful does that sound?

Today, as I have no obligations or plans, I am going to ready Youngest's room for his return (which amounts to putting away laundry and making little welcom back signs for his stuffed animals).
When he called last night he had lost most of his voice (from yelling at the break dancing party) and sounded like an 18 year old. He told me of his adventures of the day, asked how each of us was (and referred to specific things regarding each one of us - dad's scooter, Middle's staying up late...) and then lapsed into speaking in tongues as he described the tricks he's learned and watched.
I've nearly perfected my kickflip...yesterday my friend was doing a frontgrab fakey and hit the coping...we got to see a guy land a reverse tailgrab blahdeeblah!
Also?
I forgot to pack a brush or comb for him.