D and I bought two plates about a month an a half about. They're nice ceramic plates with pretty designs on them. She picked them out, I bought them. Due to our living arrangements here, we have a weird situation with the plates... because they're clearly our plates, but they reside at my house. So tonight, we ordered indian food and then took the food and the plates down and ate on the picnic tables outside the dining room.
One of our co-workers walked by and said, "Oh, nice plates! Whose are they?"
I responded, "Mine. Hers. Ours..."
Yeah. Life here can be interesting.