In the fall and winter we often use the crock pot to cook our evening meals.
I am typically the one who assembles and starts the crock pot in the morning before I leave since BH has to leave for work at the ass crack of dawn.
Every time I make a crock pot meal, I am always afraid I will forget to turn it on, and come home to find a cold crock pot and no dinner when I get home. Because of this fear, I feel as though I have developed sudden onset OCD and find myself checking the damn thing 80 times before I leave the house.
Today was a crock pot meal day. Today was also a day that I did not get up and around in a timely manner and therefore was what you might call "rushed."
Being in a hurry apparently is a good antidote to my "OCD-sudden onset, induced by crock pot cooking" disorder.
I did turn on the crock pot.
I did not however, plug in the crock pot.
So tonight's meal was brought to the House of Babble by Burger King.
On a somewhat related side note, do you spell crock pot as two words or one? As I was looking it up I saw both ways. I decided to go for two words, cause I am wordy like that.