What do you get when you cross a crockpot with a forgotten dentist appointment?

I set the crockpot this morning. Chicken, potatoes, carrots — the works. Six hours on low, I told myself. Plenty of time.

Then the dentist's office called at 3 p.m.

Punchline

A meal so tender it apologizes for itself — and a calendar I clearly haven't checked since Tuesday.