Where Do I Belong?

This is when you know you belong somewhere…….no one is just sure where to put you. Just a few hours ago, I pulled out a container to steam some peas for lunch. To my dismay, there, inside the steamer was stuffed a dirty pair of little boy socks. Without thinking (obviously) I cast the dirty socks aside dumped in the frozen peas and started the microwave. Only when the microwave beeped did I realize what I had just done. Of coarse, I would NEVER dump out perfectly good peas SO the boys and I ate peas laced with smelly feet spice. And they weren't to shabby!