Dear 1/2 Cup Measuring Cup,
I miss you.
There. I said it.
I know I didn't appreciate you while you were here. I took you for granted. I just didn't realize how good I had it. You were so versatile! Not only could you measure 1/2 a cup, but you could also measure 1 full cup, or, if we were feeling cheeky, 1/4 cup. I loved that about you.
It's been two weeks since you left. I have no idea where you went. You left no note, not a trace. Did you run off with Spencer to explore the back yard? Did you take Josh's dare and jump into the garbage can? Did you make yourself a new home in Cole's box of baby toys?
Why did you leave me? Why?
Please, just come back. I promise I'll treat you right.
Love,
Maren
2 comments:
I bet it ran off with my 1/4 cup measuring cup. Life just hasn't been the same!
I usually find mine in the sugar, flour, places like that.
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