It was a rough week last week. Madeline had a double ear infection. Jack was hitting/tackling kids at school. I was mourning the end of breastfeeding and my body was in all sorts of hormonal inbalance b/c of it which made me burst into tears at random moments. And then the bottom literally fell out. Of my crock pot!
I did not grow up in a house that had a crock pot (that I remember) and I received this one at one of my wedding showers. It stayed in the box for years. I was kind of against crock pots. It seemed so Susy Homemaker to me. And then I had Jack. And was working. And needed to have dinner ready sometime before 8pm. So I dug the crockpot out of the closet and fell in love! Seriously, I use it at least twice a week now! We (I) don't even eat red meat and I still make all sorts of things in it. Last week, I made bbq chicken. As I lifted the pot to clean it, the bottom fell out! It was par for the course for the way my week was going but on the upside now I get to shop for a fancy new crock pot!
1 comments:
well, at least you've got an H&M coming to your town. :)
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