A short time ago I turned on the oven, cleared the counter and got ready to make the cake. Greased & floured the pan, got the eggs and sour cream out of the fridge, put the beaters in the mixer and was ready to roll except for one thing; I couldn't find my regular mixing bowl. I started looking for it-- not where it normally belongs, not in dishwasher, not on island shelves, not in an odd cupboard (sometimes Marty puts things away for me), not anywhere. I started down the stairs to wake Marty from a nap to ask him if he knew where the bowl was, I glanced back for some reason and guess what, I saw the bowl hiding in plain sight :-)
What a dork I am !! Crazy when you can't see the forest for the tree, eh? That's my humor for the day!
It happens to the best of us.
ReplyDeleteLunch pail. I haven't heard it called that in a very long time. Thank you for brining back the memory of my Nanny packing my Poppop lunch pail before he left for work. When he came home there was always a pickle in it for me. :-)