So, have you ever had one of those experiences which say to you, "Slow down, my friend, or you're going to wind up in a home before your time"?
Today I had cooked up some tasty chicken with a sauce and, while it was finishing its grilling, searched the kitchen counter for the lid from the sauce bottle. I looked around the stove. I checked over by the dishes in the drying rack. I hunted by and in the sink. I even resorted to scanning the living room as I'd taken a drink in there while cooking. I peeked in the refrigerator, just in case I'd absentmindedly put it on a shelf. Not to be found.
So I did it all again.
Stove. Dishes. Sink. Living room. Fridge.
Not to be found.
Then I realized where it was.
It was on the bottle.
In my hand.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
3 comments:
Mom... is that you?
I forgot to comment yesterday to reassure you that this happens to us all. You're not getting old, the bottle cap was just mocking you. ;)
Would it make you feel better if I tell you that I frequently find my milk on the shelf and my cereal in the fridge?
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