Yesterday after seeing both kids off to school I went about making my usual diet breakfast of one poached egg, one piece of toast, and glass of orange juice. Since my husband is gone more than he is not, I save all the papers our kids have done at school for him to see when he finally arrives on the scene. Up until yesterday I kept those papers on the microwave next to the toaster. I didn’t pay any never mind that the stacks of papers were a little close to the toaster, I just popped in my bread and went about my business. Before long I noticed a burning smell. Confused by this, I went over to get my toast and realized to my horror that the pages closest to the toaster had been scorched. Oh $hit and sunny Je$us! There is nothing like starting the day by trying to burn down the house to get the ole heart pumping a little faster. Needless to say the papers are in a different location now.
The day progressed. I spent most of it wrapping Christmas presents and am proud to say that little task is finished. Life marched on and I did my thing. It wasn’t until I was cooking supper when the real catastrophe happened. I was standing at my stove turning the chicken I was cooking. I had Brussels sprouts on the back burner. Like so many times in the past, I placed a glass lid over the pan so that the water would come to a boil faster. The glass lid had come with one of my deeper skillets. Before I knew what hit the glass lid exploded into a million tiny glass pieces leaving only the metal ring that once housed the glass and the round handle. It scared the living $hit out of me! I had to dump the Brussels sprouts and clean all the glass off the stove before I could prepare a plan B of green beans. I would have never dreamed that would have happened and I am sure I lost 10 years off my life from the experience.
