Saturday, September 12th, 2009 at 4:01 pm
She said she was my friend. She came over, ate dinner with us, invited us to dinner, hugged me, commented on my blog, etc…
She said she was my friend.
Then she gave me a crock pot.
Oh, beautiful crock pot. You’re simply gorgeous. My counter looks so lovely with you sitting on it. I want to use you. I want to create something delicious for my family in your spotless white pot.
But, alas, I’ve found your flaw. It’s no longer a secret that you’re too small.
As one whole pot you fill up just fine. But you’re split in two and that won’t work for my family of nine.
No, I’m not meaning to rhyme.
So, now I have to justify keeping you, which is not an easy thing to do.
Okay. That time I meant to rhyme.
What I mean is…
My friend, Becky, sweet, sweet Becky, gave me a really awesome crock pot because she couldn’t justify keeping it. I really, really like it and I don’t want to not keep it.
But, I already have a crock pot.
My current one, though not as pretty, or not pretty at all, holds more than the new one will. I can’t come up with a good reason to find a place for it in the kitchen when we’re moving into a camper trailer in the spring. There’s no way I can find storage for 2 crock pots in an camper, and it’s silly to keep the smaller one. Right?
Please tell me how I’m wrong.