[life] Hasta la vista, frying pan
So.
I'm no Iron Chef but I can usually throw together something edible, even good-tasting, often at short notice. Not so this evening. I would blame something other than my own rapidly shortening attention span and lack of focus but I can't. I put some oil in a frying pan. I turned on the heat. (If this is not the correct order of things, please refrain from informing me, due to the fact that I don't care, and yes I'm aware that caring might help prevent such situations as the one I caused tonight, but I have a mother already and so please shut up) Immediately following the heat-turning-on, I retired to the living room for a few minutes to watch a bit of the West Wing, because, ohmigod, the president is on the way to China and his MS has paralysed him!
Fast forward about fifteen minutes to the upstairs fire alarm suddenly shrieking to life, and my husband stumbling down the stairs shouting what the hell is all this smoke! I run into the kitchen, see the pan now gouting great billows of grey foulness into the air, grab it and run to the door, intending to put it outside. Great plan. Alas, our downstairs fire alarm is directly above the door. Shriek shriek shriek from two directions, my brain is about to explode, I wrench open the door and dump the smoke bomb into the convenient snowdrift on our stoop, and then spend the next ten back-breaking minutes waving a broom at the upstairs alarm to shut it the hell up while the husband opens every window in our house.
Upshot: one totally ruined pan. What the hell, I didn't like it anyway.
: one wild-eyed and slightly pissed off husband. He got over it.
: one cat, completely MIA. I'm sure she's hiding in the closet, but after such cacophony, I doubt we will see her again tonight.
I am dumb. Why do I keep telling stories about how dumb I am?
I'm no Iron Chef but I can usually throw together something edible, even good-tasting, often at short notice. Not so this evening. I would blame something other than my own rapidly shortening attention span and lack of focus but I can't. I put some oil in a frying pan. I turned on the heat. (If this is not the correct order of things, please refrain from informing me, due to the fact that I don't care, and yes I'm aware that caring might help prevent such situations as the one I caused tonight, but I have a mother already and so please shut up) Immediately following the heat-turning-on, I retired to the living room for a few minutes to watch a bit of the West Wing, because, ohmigod, the president is on the way to China and his MS has paralysed him!
Fast forward about fifteen minutes to the upstairs fire alarm suddenly shrieking to life, and my husband stumbling down the stairs shouting what the hell is all this smoke! I run into the kitchen, see the pan now gouting great billows of grey foulness into the air, grab it and run to the door, intending to put it outside. Great plan. Alas, our downstairs fire alarm is directly above the door. Shriek shriek shriek from two directions, my brain is about to explode, I wrench open the door and dump the smoke bomb into the convenient snowdrift on our stoop, and then spend the next ten back-breaking minutes waving a broom at the upstairs alarm to shut it the hell up while the husband opens every window in our house.
Upshot: one totally ruined pan. What the hell, I didn't like it anyway.
: one wild-eyed and slightly pissed off husband. He got over it.
: one cat, completely MIA. I'm sure she's hiding in the closet, but after such cacophony, I doubt we will see her again tonight.
I am dumb. Why do I keep telling stories about how dumb I am?
posted by Karla Andrich at
8:01 PM
1 Comments:
Ya know, I just was in Circuit City the other day and saw an under-the-cabinet TV with a flip-down screen. I Said to myself "who needs one of these? Now I know the answer:lol
Confuscuis say: Cooking and watching TV in two different rooms can be hazardous;)
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