The Jar Fairy came to my house today!
What? You’ve never heard of the Jar Fairy? Oh, you’re missing out! Lucky for me, the Jar Fairy enlisted the help of the UPS man, who delivered a rather large box of pint sized mason jars to our doorstep this afternoon.
In my case, the Jar Fairy resides in Afghanistan and wears camouflage and boots instead of sparkly skirts and wings. Some husbands show their love through flowers or diamonds or sappy, gaggy words; mine uses Ball jars. I think I’ve trained him well.
This delivery was quite unexpected, but appreciated, all the same. Now amid the quart sized jars filled with grains, coffee and brown sugar, I have smaller jars to house my jelly beans and dried fruit. My pantry is uniform and tidy, thus quelling my neat freak-neurotic-order loving tendencies.
Thanks, Jar Fairy!
Oh man, I just lost the rest of my blog post. Twice. Instead of throwing a fit, I’m going to call it quits tonight. I had intended on sharing our Spring Break happenings, but I’ve already typed it twice and lost it. Maybe I’ll try again in the morning.