Yes, I was thinking about it one the way home. I was already hungry, and the thought of the leftover beef stew in the fridge was making my mouth water. After taking out the dogs, checking email, and all the other crap you do when you first get home, I decided to check it out. “If I set it out on the counter, it will take the chill off” I thought. Imagine how shocked I was when I opened the fridge door, and the big green container was not there! Gasp! Did a thief come into the house and take my beef stew? No, I think not. I think the husband is the guilty one. The question is this - did he take it to work? If that is the case, it’s ok. Did he THROW IT OUT? Now that would be awful! Did he GIVE IT TO THE DOGS? Better not have. He’s being quiet about the matter so far and hasn’t responded to my text message. I’ve seen TV shows or movies where people are totally thrown for a loop when their taste buds are set on one particular thing - that thing that is supposed to be in the fridge - and it is missing in action. I am one of those people. And now, I am just lost. Nothing in the world could possibly be as good now as that long gone beef stew.

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