Crockpot Love

We have been married for thirteen years now and I am starting to see a disturbing trend. No, not the sagging of all things once perky on my body, or the fact that all bodily functions are no longer embarrasing to him- although both of those things are disturbing in their own rights. But what is really bothering me is that all of the small kitchen appliances that I recieved as wedding gifts are wearing out. My crockpot, toaster oven, hand mixer, waffle iron...its like a sudden mutiny of small appliances. The crockpot went first- I loved my crockpot. I may have shed some tears. It had the perfect settings, was the perfect size and fit nicely in my cupboard. I have never bought a crockpot or even shopped for one so it was a bit daunting to stand in Kohls and look at all the new options. They have more buttons and settings than I could ever hope to figure out. Sometimes with my old crockpot I would turn it on and forget to plug it in, or plug it in and then forget to turn it on. There is no way I am going to remember to program it correctly when I barely remember to plug the thing in! I searched several places and finally found a cherry red, 5 quart crockpot that only has three settings and doesn't require computer programming knowledge. It is oval instead of round so it doesn't fit in my cupboard as nice as my old one, and it is taller, so it doesn't fit on the bottom shelf of my fridge like my old one did. I am learning to love it, though. And I'm sure after thirteen years I will shed few tears for it.