The Crock Pot Cometh
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.
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.