Today was our monthly "Staff Chick Lunch" thing, in which all of the girls on staff get together, eat lunch, and talk about something. I promise it's really not as lame as it sounds. I actually really enjoy them. This month one of the girls/ladies/women (I don't know what to call them) made several different kinds of homemade soup for us all, and she asked those of us who had a Crock-Pot to bring it to keep the soup warm.

So, I brought the ginormous Crock-Pot we got for our wedding. The one with digital numbers and beepers and fancy gadgets. The one I bragged about and proudly proclaimed as mine when the other women asked who's it was. The one that has single-handedly turned me into a 60-year old lady at a Baptist potluck. I'm not sure if it's possible to recover from this condition, but I know if I am to recover, I'm pretty sure I will have to refrain from using a Crock-Pot for at least 20 years.