the mouth of a sailor

^ that is what I might have if I had never found this:

Thrifting yesterday was fun and Eric and I both found a few little things to thrill our bargain-loving bones. But the thing I am most excited about is the fact that I will now be able to make food without it sticking to the bottom of the pan--and hence preserving me from strong, very strong, feelings of throwing a fit. Or spewing off profanities. I had not come to that point, yet...but who knows. It could have happened.

This skillet, though, has saved Eric a real shock in the turn my personality could have taken.

In a way...maybe it is too bold to say...but this skillet may have saved us some real rough patches in our marriage.

Do you see the ease in which these elk burgers sit and sizzle? Can you not tell by the way they are pleasantly cooking that they flipped with ease with the mere twist of a wrist?

It's just a skillet, you may say. And in the end, you may be right.

But it may also be a portal to mental sanity. And that, friends, is priceless.