some houses are fancier than others

My husband and I were invited out to dinner the other night at a local French restaurant. Naturally, we ordered oysters. I like oysters, but my husband loves them. So, any chance he gets, he starts a meal with a dozen oysters.  So I have seen a whole lot of oyster shells in my 34-year marriage to Steve. And this one struck me as unusually interesting. I wish I could remember from whence it came. But alas, I am an extrovert, and by the time the waiter was explaining the oyster selection, I was half-way into a glass of Champagne and in deep conversation with our tablemate.

oyster shell