I'm too emotionally distraught over losing good bacon to think of a proper title

Well, yesterday was something of a kitchen disaster. Not a flooding like a few months ago, but a disaster nonetheless.

I decided to make a pot roast in the crock pot because 1) I registered for it therefor I should use it and 2) supper would be ready when I got home from the preschool. (For the record, I am not in preschool. I'm doing 300 hours there for my early childhood class. I wish I was exaggerating about the 300 hours part. I still have 292 hours left and feel like I'll be there until I'm 85.) 

(I'm going to say right now that if you don't like pictures of raw meat, especially sub par quality pictures of raw meat taken with a cell phone, now would be the best time to avert your eyes.)

I covered the meat in a variety of seasonings, poured in a can of beer and a cup of cooking wine, meticulously wrapped the whole thing in bacon, and topped it off with two bay leaves. It was nothing short of culinary perfection. Here it is in all it's pre-cooked glory. Pardon the photo quality. I'm no Pioneer Woman when it comes to photographing food. My skilz lie more in the food eating department.

Off I went to the preschool, so proud of myself for providing for my family the way Proverbs 31 says a wife should. Granted, Mrs. Proverbs 31 probably didn't use a crock pot what with living in Biblical times and all, but that's simply because it hadn't been invented yet.

My bubble burst when I came home hours later and discovered that the meat and vegetables were still cold.

The crock pot was broken. 

I was devastated. All that work! The seasonings! The bay leaves! THE BACON THAT WOULD NEVER BE EATEN.

So I did what the Proverbs 31 woman would have done- I texted Christopher and told him the supper ball was in his court. I washed my hands of the whole affair. And further more (since he's the one with meat and bacteria issues), he could have the honor of throwing the whole thing away.

In the end, we ended up eating pizza while sitting on the couch in our pajamas. I feel that's exactly what Mrs. Proverbs 31 would have done. Surely they had couches and pajamas in Biblical times.