Laughing at Myself

As I hurried to put together 

my sister's White Chicken Chili recipe before heading to work,

I went to the cupboard to get my beloved crock pot.

But wait ~ where is it?

My well-worn, trusty brown and harvest gold crock pot was missing!

I searched the cupboard, the pantry, and another cupboard

before asking DH if he remembered where we put the crock pot.

He searched ~ then stopped and looked at me  . . . 

"It's right there ~ right where it should be ~

"We bought a new one a month or so ago . . ."

Good grief! 

I wasn't looking for a shiny black and silver model.

Deep sigh . . . 

You'd think that since we've kept track of DH's Snippy scissors 

from one of his early childhood Christmases . . .

and a series of vintage glass ornaments from our mothers' Christmas trees,

that we would remember we had replaced our wedding-gifted Crock Pot.

Apparently not ~

So now we're laughing at ourselves because neither of us remembered

until after we'd spent 10 minutes searching.

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Mr. and Mrs. Claus - made in the late 1970s by Julie

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If you need me later today,

I'll have this book with me while

I cover my shift at the law firm's front desk.

It has been a busy and disjointed week ~

I'm craving some creative flow to smooth my rough edges this weekend.

Quiltdivajulie