Steve and I broke our first plate today. We have been married 5 years, 4 months, 3 weeks and 6 days and tonight while washing dishes we split our pfaltzgraf plate right down the middle. I'm rather proud of us for making it this far. We did break a glass at some point, but neither of us remember when. We just didn't have the full set when we packed to move, so it must have been broken somewhere along the way.
If we only break one plate every 5 years we won't run out before our time on this planet runs out, so we should be all set. (Knock on wood).
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