Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 15, 2017

All through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even Steve’s spouse.

Maybe that’s James Bond coffee he served?

OK Steve, you are the Spoon Master. Do you have a large stash of tapioca pudding to use all those spoons?

Meanwhile, could we at least get a spork to stir our tea?

Steve was throtecting the proons from spieves

It’s not even Uncle Steve’s house.

When he comes to dinner, he assigns himself a “job” to feel useful…

 

Believe me, he doesn’t need to do anything, and we wish he wouldn’t.

But just between you and me….

he’s about 3 teaspoons short of a dishwasher load.

There will be no spooning while Steve is around!

Just hoping that he doesn’t tell the other guests to fork themselves.

Uncle Steve was determined not to let anyone rummage through his drawers

Get the fork out of the way.

Uncle Steve once overheard his niece say that she always had to count the spoons, after the Hendershots visited.

Literalist that he is, he took her at her word and has appointed himself the family Curator of Cutlery and Senior Superintendent of Spoon Security.

And here I thought he was telling a story about a fish that got away, that was THAT big, and refused to budge until somebody believed him.

If you want to keep your spoons safe, Uncle Steve is the guy you need.

There is no spoon…

Aunt Millie will be sure to get the spoons out early for the next party.

“I will serve no spoon before it’s time!”

In high school he was known as Spooner, and not due to his prowess with the girls……..

He’s been like this ever since he saw “The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VDvgL58h_Y