At the end of the day, we look at the crock pot concoction I had started the night before.
Craig: Honey, what's in this?
Me: I don't really remember. Some juice, chicken, bbq sauce, onions, potatoes, lemon juice... and I forget.
Craig: No more cooking on ambien.
We had take out that night.
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