Happily Ever Dusty and Greasy

The kitchen seriously needs cleaning. Once it's cleaned, I'll reclaim it and call it mine; it should be ours, but, alas, it tends too strongly to be mine. It's not just his fault, either.
Speaking of marital bliss: the wooden spoon hanging there is a wedding gift to us from my brother-in-law, Kent. He carved it, as he has carved many things. Carved spoons as wedding gifts are a Norwegian tradition. But, the real tradition is to have two spoons connected by a chain ALL carved from a SINGLE piece of wood. Then, though I couldn't get Google to prove this for me, at the wedding, the bride and groom each grab a spoon, give a good yank to break the chain, and whoever ends up with the most wooden chain links is the winner: the boss of the marriage. Geez. Kent has carved more than one of these connected spoon sets to give as wedding gifts, but I don't mind that we only got one. It's hard enough being the boss without having links to prove it.