Nut Crackers, Nutcrackers, Nut Crackers

 It all started with a bag of nuts. The Hubster's co-worker had given him some pecans from her farm. I asked him to pick up some nut crackers from our local grocery store. He said he couldn't find them, so I went to Wal-Mart. Not a fan. Looked all over...even asked. No nut crackers. We had to see a specialist in Wichita on Wednesday afternoon, so we stopped by the Super Target on 21st Street. First, I looked in Housewares. That's where I snapped the picture on the left. They had lots of nutcrackers. Not what I needed.

The Hubster wanted to get in on the fun. He said he knew where they were. He came back beaming and said he found them and got two, like I asked. He got nut CRACKERS. (See proud Hubster in photo above.) I wanted NUT crackers. We asked the customer service rep, but after determining what type of nut crackers I wanted, she said they were out, and could have them in sometime next week. Finally, we stopped by Country Mart on the way home to grab some dinner. On a whim, I looked on the baking goods aisle, near the nuts. There they were: nut crackers.

We laughed and danced and giggled there amidst the flour and baking soda, reveling in the glory of our victory.

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Thanks, Lord, for busy days, time for laughs, dances, and giggles, wild goose chases and nut crackers...all three kinds. In Jesus' name, Amen.


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