Why I Love My Wife (And You Can Too!)0

My wife has been wanting a crock pot for as long as I can recall and, finally, she got up the nerve to request one this year for Christmas.

But to our surprise, that Christmas has come early (or came a while back… depending on how you look at it).

For you see, not ten minutes go, she was putting something in the closet near our fridge, and noticed a little box labeled – professionally… like store-bought professionally – “crock pot”.

“That’s odd,” she said, almost verbatim, “According to this, I have a crock pot…”

“Oh… really…?” I asked. “Well pull it down and look inside.”

“No no,” she replied with a wave of her hand. “There’s nothing in it.”

So, now anxious and curious, she opened the nearest kitchen cupboard, eyes lighting up with what I believe was indifferent surprise.

CROCK POT!

Yes. Seriously.

She sighed, “This whole time I had a crock pot… this is why we have to move… so I know what stuff I have…”

Very true, dear. Very true.