Empty Crock

Oh man. I entered my chili in the PUUF chili cook-off today. My deepest, inner, normally-hidden, competetive stirrings are raising their ugly heads. Of all the crock pots, mine was the only one left empty. It was scrapped clean! Ohh, the only other time I've felt like this is when bidding on ebay. This week I won the fourth of the weird clocks I collect. It started with the astronomy clock, then the Nestles, then the Planters (vegetables). Now I've won the "Time to Plant Flowers." One more and I'll have them all (missing the Burpee Planters with the man and woman on front). If I win the chili cook-off I'll get the honorary apron that was bestowed to last year's winner (she was on vacation for this year.) Next week the apron will be ceremoniously awared to this year's winner. I can hardly sit still.