Free Dinner for....is it you?

The Mister of the House and I have been married nearly a decade. So I'm not sure if the culprit I seek did their deed then, or if it was during some Christmas blur. But to my defense, we have moved approximately seven times since we've been married okay? I know that you quietly think I'm an ingrate. I'm sorry! I'm talking about the crockpot you gave me many years ago. I finally pulled it out of the box.



For visual interest, we threw a Buddha Baby and an apple into the mix. But look at that cute crockpot! It spent years in the back of my cupboards because I kept using my enormous crockery pot instead. Eventually I just forgot about it.

When you move, everything comes out of the woodwork, including old missionary letters, skinny jeans, and your husband's hippie paraphernalia from his former life. Moving is such an emotional chore.



Love that my kid appears to be choking? *Hack!* He's okay I promise, just a regular cough, not a choking cough. Phew.

Herm? Was it you? Monica? Derek? Secret Admirer?

Whoever it was, as a thank you I'm having you over for dinner. Maybe I'll make it in this crockpot, but there are no guarantees. Likely I will make it in the crock, since I just found this crazy lady that uses her crockpot every day! Check it.

I'm talking about the crisp and beautiful one-hundred dollar bill taped to the underside of the lid. I practically ruined it when I made nacho dip for my friends last week! Don't worry though, I saved it from the cheese, and lovingly spent it! Aaah.

Anyway, from the bottom of my heart...what a great gift and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Love,
Mrs. Olsen