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Are you ever confounded by your own laziness?

We have an industrial garbage can that sits inside the garage and outside of the mudroom door into which poopy diapers are placed.  Around three weeks ago we threw out our old slow cooker because it had become a lethargically-slow slow cooker.   i.e.  that venison stew is still not cooked after 10 hours on High??   My mother-in-law remedied the situation by buying me a new slow cooker for Christmas.  On my first try I put the roast into it a little too late; thus, I finished it off in the oven when I realised that the slow cooker was not going to do the job.  Unfortunately, I failed to note that the handle on the lid of the new slow cooker was plastic.  When I went to check on the roast's progress in the oven my first thought was, "Oh, would you look at that?  The new slow cooker has a collapsable pot handle.  Kinda cool."  This really was my first thought.  Dave provided the second thought, "You already ruined the slow cooker!!"  What kind of a company makes ovenwear with melting handles.  Sheesh.  Please don't tell any of this to my MIL:  there are reasons this blog is private.

But, back to the old slow cooker.  I kept the inside dish as it can be used as a viable casserole dish but the outer electronic cooker was thrown into the garage to be dealt with in the spring.  Unfortunately it only made it as far as the top of the poopy-diaper garbage can.  And there it remains.  Thus, the defunct slow cooker has become the first diaper repository on the road to the final destination of the actual garbage can.  I often wonder what people think if they come in through the garage door.  "Why do these people put  poopy diapers in slow cookers?"  I also wonder which of us, Dave or I, will tackle this problem first.  I like to think that stupid situations like this exist in our life because Dave and I tend to be pretty efficient in most other areas of our marital and family life.  (Like quickly ruining new appliances.) Thus, we need some areas in which we fail spectacularly (or in just really strange ways) in order to make up for our clean kitchen and folded laundry.

One can't have it all, you know.

p.s.  I have got to put up one of those baby counters as I am already approaching 21 weeks.  The problem is that I can't remember how in the world I got one up the last time.  I have tried a few times but something is not working this time.  When I get the time, I'll try again as well as post an expanding Elena picture.