The antique store was closed, but Bill and I were looking in the window. Right in the front was a set of collector’s plates.
“When you’re dead,” I told my husband, “I shall live a spartan life. Except for some of these…” I waved my hand at the plates, all different, all featuring Elvis.
“Oh,” he replied, “I thought you were going to have one of those velvet pictures.”
“Yes! One of those and all of these.”
It will save the children fighting over my belongings.