My knew knife

I just got it today. Kinda pretty, ain't it? Yup.

But it ain't the one I lost. And it never will be. My pocket will forever have an empty space in it for my old Stars and Stripes. Woe is me.

Something in the back of my head is telling me that the lost one will turn up here in the next little while now that I've got the new one.

Actually, that's not true. Something in the back of my head hopes that it will turn up, but the fact that I've nearly turned this place upside down twice looking for it tells me the chances of it "turning up" are next to nil. Dog-gone-it!

My hands smell like cast iron. I cooked chicken, ribs, and cheesy potatoes in my dutch ovens for the folks in my dept. today. Good times. Good food.

Here's a pic of the old knife, just in case you see it somewhere. Grab it for me.

You'll notice in the pictures here that the lower knife is much more rounded and has a smoother appearance than the upper one. Oh well. No use crying over spilled milk. But I think I will anyways.