This was bound to happen eventually.
With all the crockpot cooking I’ve been doing lately, and all the night-before preparation for said crockpot cooking, I knew that one day I’d inevitably forget to plug the dang thing in before leaving for work in the morning.
But what I actually did, yesterday morning, was even worse! I managed to get the thing out of the fridge, plug it in, and even turn it on—but I set it to WARM instead of LOW.
Imagine how excited I was to walk through the door at 6 PM last night, expecting the house to be filled with the smell of beef that’s been simmering in onions and veggies all day. Instead, I came home to raw beef that had been kept slightly warm all day, probably swimming in a nice bacteria bath.
And now it’s in the trash, along with all those painstakingly chopped vegetables. Ugh.
While we’re on the topic of Kim Fails, here’s another awesome thing I’ve done within the past 24 hours: cut my ankle shaving and walked around on a white carpet for several minutes before realizing it.
I mean, you think you’ve got problems, people.
Cleaning it up was like cleaning up after a dog in heat. (Or at least, what TV portrays that to be like. I’ve never actually done it. Or owned a dog.)
Anytime you’re in a bad mood, remember this fail-proof cure: go to Target and buy things.
Like cute, colorful hand weights!
There’s a 10% off coupon on Cartwheel right now, so load up, folks!
I wanted a set of 10-pounders, and of course, they were the most boring color of the entire set (light grey). Is it just me, or did they purposefully go from feminine colors to more masculine colors the heavier the weights get? HMMM…
P.S. The teenage boy who checked me out at Target (as in, rang me up…AS IF) took one look at my humble wrinkly Cartwheel printout and said, “Oh, you printed it out? Don’t you have the app?”
…Like I’m 90. Which I guess I am.
Guess what else I picked up at Target:
My first ever Mrs. Meyer’s cleaning product. (In case you’re not familiar, MM is an all-natural brand that uses essential oils instead of chemicals).
OHH my gosh, guys. This stuff. Smells. Amazing.
I got the lavender scented all-purpose cleaner and it’s intoxicatingly good. Even Brent walked into the kitchen, where I was unnecessarily wiping down every single surface, and said, “What is that SMELL?” (Er, in a good way.)
Since this post is turning into a random, directionless brain dumping, I’ll let you in on another little story from my fascinating life:
Yesterday, I tasted Diet Coke for the first time in 3 months. As you might remember from this post, I used to be a big fan (to my own embarrassment), but finally reached a point when I was ready to cut the aspartame garbage out of my life.
It ended up being a clean, easy break (surprisingly easy, really), and the only reason I touched the stuff yesterday was because we had a bunch leftover in the break room at work from the tailgating party and I was curious to see if I’d even like the taste anymore.
Results: yuck. Seriously, yuck. I was honestly shocked that I ever liked it so much. The stuff was clearly manipulating my brain somehow, that whole time.
Now, it’s so sickeningly sweet to me that it tastes like I’m drinking straight syrup. (I mean, what did I expect: I now think sparkling water tastes really sweet.) Plus, it left a filmy, weird layer on the inside of my mouth that I don’t remember ever getting back in my DC hay days. (I’m sure it colored my experience a little bit that my brain was screaming “Chemicals! Fake! Gross!” the whole time.)
So there’s that little tidbit for you. I honestly doubt I’ll ever drink soda again—except for the occasional stomach flu 7up, of course. There’s nothing like 7up during a yackfest.
So now that I’ve mentioned blood AND puke in this post…
Almost forgot to mention one more incredible Target purchase. Meet my new toothbrush:
I originally bought if for Mason—he hates brushing his teeth, and I thought he might think an electric brush was cool. But he didn’t fall for it.
His loss is my gain.
I’ve never had an electric toothbrush before, and dang, these things are awesome! Jake & the Neverland Pirates decals and all.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s done the crockpot fail.
Have you ever given something up, tried it again later, and been shocked by the difference in taste?
Do you use an electric toothbrush?