I recently completed a 25 random things about you list of Facebook because a) I have no life and b) I was curious if I would be able to come up with 25 things given the dull state of my life.

It turns out I could (click here to see it), but only if I included my pondering on if I had to marry my dishwasher or crock-pot.

After much deliberation, I have decided that I would, in fact, marry my beloved crock-pot.

My crock-pot has saved my sanity in the last year.  It has been there for me, ready and waiting to be filled in the morning, hot and steamy in the evening.  It has cooked healthy meals for me to feed my children while I take care of their endless needs. 

Without my crock-pot we would be living a life of Ramen noodles and Hamburger Helper, or whatever convenience food I happen to grab, simply because my brood and I can not possibly wrap our brains around the idea of cooking in the evening.

We would much rather scream at each other and have simultaneous melt downs every day at four then cook up a healthy dinner.  But, alas, with a hearty crock pot meal having been cooked, I can open the lid, tie a bow in my hair and serve my unruly brood a meal to regulate their blood sugar, nourish their bodies and calm their minds.

So here’s to you crock pot, and your lovely side kick “Better Homes and Gardens Biggest Book of Slow Cooker Recipes” may we live together til death do us part.

 
                                                 (Sorry, Eric. You understand…right??)