In our home Dave is the cook and I am the dish washer.

We decided we wanted grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for lunch today.

While Dave cooked, I ran a quick errand and came back to find my husband searching high and low for the milk cap.

He could not find it anywhere. He had looked in the fridge, garbage can, sink, counter tops, stove and floor. He had even gone to the computer desk where he had been working today to see if maybe, for some strange reason, it had ended up there.

But the milk cap remained missing in action. Dave was at a complete loss as to where it could possibly be as he put the milk back in the fridge with no cap on.

We ate lunch and then I entered the kitchen for clean-up. As I was washing the frying pan Dave had used to cook the grilled cheese sandwiches, this is what I saw and immediately burst out laughing:

The milk cap was melted to the bottom of the frying pan!

- Elaine