Thinking outside the box

After I got engaged to The Husband, The Doktah gave me a trivet shaped like three mixing spoons. It had a little ring attached to it for hanging it on the wall. The Doktah said, “I left that ring on, because I didn’t know if you would want to use it as a wall hanging or as a trivet.”

“I’ll probably just hang it on the wall and then when I want to use it as a trivet, I’ll take it down,” I replied.

The Doktah gaped at me, in awe. “That’s genius!” she cried.