My family is quite enthused with my monthly menu system. On any given day for the next six months, I can tell you what we will eat for each family meal. Ah, the power of organization!
But I have to confess that my system keeps me hopping. I must thaw, mix, and bake at the right times or alas, we still might have to order pizza.
Recently I had planned chicken rollups for the next day’s lunch on the run, so the night before I needed to throw some chicken strips in the oven. Once they are done I quickly cool them, stuff them in a zip lock bag and the system works like clockwork.
Well, I remembered to bake the chicken, but it was a little later in the evening than I hoped it would be. I got sidetracked on a late night computer project and Doug headed to bed before I did. When I got there about an hour later, I found the most interesting handwritten note on my pillow.
Remember the chicken….and cat’s wife.
Ber (a sweet nickname I call him.)
I was so grateful for the chicken reminder! Lunch would have been ruined without it. But I could not for the life of me figure out the other strange part of the message.
Did I have an appointment with someone named “Cat?” Was it a pastoral need for his poor wife?
My tired, middle-aged mind could not solve the puzzle at that late hour. As I was on my way to awaken him, it suddenly hit me…
Remember Lot’s wife! It wasLot’s…not Cat’s! I had taught a lesson on that scripture the week before! AHHHH!
Perhaps Doug needed a slight penmanship adjustment, but I sure did need the late night laugh!