While my mom was here for Nate's birthday last week, we were talking and cooking in the kitchen. I voiced my frustration about not having even ONE spatula in the house! I have plenty of wooden spoons, but for some reason, not a single spatula. I never think to get one until I need it, but never think of it when I'm actually at the store. Anyway, I told Rebecca that she could please get me one for my birthday which was (is) coming up soon. My mother heard and made a mental note. As soon as she got home from visiting us, she went to the store and bought every spatula under the sun, and in every color, wrapped them all up individually in tissue paper, put them in a box and shipped it off to me. It arrived today and after unwrapping the first one, I had an inkling that there were a lot more to unwrap. So, I called her up on the phone while I unwrapped the rest. I felt like I was reading a Dr. Seus book. Red spatula, pink spatula, regular spatula, spoon spatula! What a hoot! The very last package in the bottom of the box was a coffee measuring spoon. I made coffee for mom and dad while they visited and suffice it to say, mom decided that I needed a proper measuring device. Yeah, I made some "grow hair on your chest" coffee. Sorry. I was distracted. Both times.
Thanks mom! You're the best! (did I tell you that I'm getting low on tea towels?)