Confessional Thursday

1. At any given time during the day, you can find at least two half-full cups of coffee anywhere downstairs. Chasing after an almost three-year-old, I feel like I can never finish a cup of coffee while it's hot. Most often, the mugs get left on my bathroom vanity, in my closet, perched on the ottoman in the playroom, hidden on the console table in the den... and then I make a new one. Thank goodness for Keurigs. I'm positive my husband thinks I drink about thirteen cups a day as evidenced by the dishwasher come dinnertime.

2. There is a total mystery going on with our knife block. A while back, we lost a chef knife. As in, we have no idea where it went and there is a missing spot on our knife block. Then, just last week, it happened with the kitchen shears. I know I used them, and then realized a couple days later that they weren't in the block. I figured they were in the dishwasher or drying rack... until I checked, and they weren't. Y'all we now have two missing spots in our knife block! This is weird, right? Am I accidently throwing them away? That seems pretty difficult, but I wouldn't put it past me...

3. ... because I also melted a stick of butter into a floor vent last week. Don't judge. I was trying to get it quickly to room temperature so I placed it on the vent, forgot about it while wrangling my toddler, and came back to a kitchen that smelled deliciously of melted butter. Husby said at least it wasn't as bad as the time I let the marble rolling pin roll off the counter onto the hardwoods. Oops. P.S. Melted butter is ridiculously difficult to clean off anything. Think a greasy slip and slide that also smells like fresh baked bread.



4. Earlier this week, I had to search online for my polling location. Fun Fact: Alabama is an open primary state, the first time I've lived in one! Also, we are part of Super Tuesday, when eleven other states headed to the polls this year. Anyway, I entered all my information on Alabama's website and was scrolling for my county. I could not for the life of me find Maricopa county. And do you know why? Maricopa county is where Scottsdale is located. We haven't lived in Maricopa county since 2014. It's in Arizona. Yikes.

It finally dawned on me that I live in Madison county, so, whew, I was able 

to figure out where I was supposed to be on Tuesday.
Don't forget to head to the polls for primaries this year with the rest of your state if you haven't already!