The dreaded spoon

Ok, this is a total random post- don't ask me why.....

We have this spoon that I cannot stand. It isn't from our set of silverware and come to think of it, I don't know where this spoon came from. It doesn't belong and I don't like it. I hate to use it and I will even wash a dirty spoon before using this dreaded spoon.

Well, I have the best husband in the world. The mornings are a whirlwind for me and I leave for work before he does. Keith always makes my morning coffee, breakfast and packs my lunch. Every once in awhile, I will sit down for lunch at work and see "the spoon" tucked away in my lunchbox. He knows I can't stand this spoon and I know he thinks he is funny when he goes out of his way to pack it for me.

What I don't understand is why I keep the spoon around. If I don't like it, shouldn't I just throw it away? For some reason I can't bring myself to.

**I tried to post a picture of the spoon, but for some reason am not able to load pictures to my blog right now. I will try again tomorrow.**