Oh dear....remember this

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marilynfl

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my missing measuring cups?

On Thursday, Larry left Florida for a road trip up to WVa and Pittsburgh to visit friends and family. He called me at work to let me know he was on the road and then he said:

Lar: I even packed my green tea and organic instant oatmeal for hotel mornings. By the way, I took your 2/3 C measuring cup.

Mar: What?

Lar: You know, the orange one I use for my oatmeal.

Mar: (long pause) The measuring cups my friends helped me find again?

Lar: Ya. (long pause) You don't mind, do you?

Mar: (long pause) ...no? (long pause) Just be sure not to leave it behind in some hotel room.

Lar: (long pause) Wait! Are you more worried about your measuring cup than me?

Mar: (long pause) ...no? Of course not. It just took MONTHS to get the whole set back together again.

Lar (long pause) Fine. Now I know not to take your measuring cup again.

Mar (long pause) Wait a minute....have you taken it out of the house before??"

Lar: (long pause) ...no?

 
What?! (scribbles quickly to gift list: Get Larry gets his own set of measuring cups)

If it's any comfort, I still get alerts when they show up on ebay.

 
But don't you love it when the unexplainable is finally explained!

For Lar's xmas stocking next year, get him his very own special oatmeal scoop, preferably with his monograms, and note attached; keep your **# =#% hands off my measuring cups.
P.S. Sorry about the profanity, it is that rude blog that was posted above. I have been officially corrupted smileys/smile.gif

 
Omg, so funny! I thought of you Friday when I noticed an empty slot in the knife block where the

Wustoff 3.5 inch blade paring knife belongs. It's at least 30 years old and probably isn't made anymore. Pretty sure it went out in the trash, but unfortunately the trash was picked up about an hour before I noticed the knife was missing. At least I can't blame Lar, but my dh is another matter. He threw my carefully washed and paper towel wrapped dill away the night before, lol. However, the knife is nowhere to be found.

 
I almost strangled my ex over a measuring cup once...

We were very young, early twenties. We had some friends who had a lake house about thirty miles South of us. One Saturday he went down there & I stayed home cooking and putting up Christmas stuff. He had taken our Beagle with him. As usual, it was getting late & he wasn't home yet. He calls. Seems he had a tad too much to drink and has gotten pulled over outside a tiny town. The policeman said if I'd come get him he'd let him go because the other town cop was already on a call and it would take him too long to figure out what to do with our dog if he arrested him. Get the stuff out of the oven and storm out to hit the road. Now for some reason he liked drinking coffee out of my pint pyrex measuring cup. When I pulled up to the truck to get him he opens the door. Out rolls my cup and breaks. I was not a happy camper that night...

 
Ah, but she adored him, and men in general. Funny how some dogs prefer one sex of people.

Of couse it was probably because they gave her sips of beer.

He wasn't a bad guy Cheezz. Times have changed too. Heck, when I was in my late teens we didn't even have open container laws. As long as you weren't drunk you could sip a cold one in the car when you were driving.

 
Why, why, why is it always the good knives! Lost two Wusthofs but the

el cheapo thrift shop steak knives last forever.

 
It's the same with leather gloves. Spring for a gorgeous pair in Milan and you will lose

them the 2nd day. The ones from Marshalls? You will have them the rest of your life!

 
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