|Sometimes good things are BIG!|
Hmm, it sort of looks more like a squat carrot. Well, onward!
Some of you might not know that I teach elementary children art, too. I have them in the morning, so I don't remember the shenanigans that they get into as well as the HS kids. That is because I have discovered I have CRS syndrome. CRS stands for Can't Remember Stuff. You can substitute the word in the "S" slot for any colorful noun you would like, but for this purpose- stuff. Tonight, for the 3rd night in a row, I have forgotten a cup of tea in the microwave for an hour or MORE!! Last night I forgot the tea twice, as the first time I ended up giving it over to the Mad Husband so I selfishly could have a fresh cup. Yes, in the space of 1 minute and 30 seconds I can completely forget about the existence of the tea that I so lovingly put into the microwave, after reading the sage quotation on the Good Earth tea bag. I have the spun honey on the counter with a spoon, I walk out of the room and then wham. CRS has struck again. Good thing I don't have to take care of anything important like children or pets or something... oh wait! Did I feed the horse?