Seeking Imperfection

Last week I was going to make Mexican Sugar Cookies with my class, and also wanted to make a recipe with Paige. Roland does the grocery shopping and very nicely bought a box of butter for me, which I brought to school. We weren't able to get a chance to make the cookies, so the box was just sitting in our little classroom refrigerator.

On Friday I decided to grab two sticks of butter out of the box and bring them home, in case Paige and I had a chance to make the recipe this weekend. Since I had finally caught up with my work, and because it was Mother's Day weekend, I decided I wasn't going to bring any work home. So I popped two sticks of butter in my purse, all the while telling myself over and over, "don't forget the butter in your purse...don't forget the butter in your purse..." Now mind you, I have ADD, and I knew there was a good chance I'd forget all about it. I had visions of leaving the butter in my purse, ha ha ha...so I was sure I'd remember it.

I just opened my purse...guess what I found? Two sticks of butter. Luckily it wasn't too hot this weekend, so it I didn't end up with a buttery mess. But, I did manage to leave the butter in my purse. And, obviously, Paige and I didn't get to cook this weekend because we needed flour that I forgot at school. Maybe I need a bigger purse.