DO NOT USE FOR STORAGE!!!

We had a bit of a fire last night. We bought our house from a little old lady who lived there for 80 years. She had a relatively new stove – purchased in 2006 and by the looks of it the oven had never been used. Scott was coming home around 7:30, and since it was so cold and late, I thought I’d just put a frozen pizza in the oven – you know quick and easy.

So, Scott got home and I started preheating the oven. After a few minutes, we noticed a peculiar smell. We figured it was because the oven had never been used. A few minutes after that, the smoke alarm went off, and I look in the window of the oven, where there was a spectacular fire!!! I knew there was nothing stored in the oven – I checked. I also knew it would be a bad idea to open it until the flames went out. I’ve killed some Tupperware in my time…

So the flames go out and I open the drawer under the stove. The drawer that is used for storage. You know, you put your cookie sheets or frying pans down there. The drawer that I hadn’t bothered to open yet because there was just so much more pressing stuff to do. So I open the drawer and find a broiling pan, on top of which is a black pile of ash. If I had to guess, I would say it had once been the owners manual. I pull out the broiling pan and put it into the sink. Pounded into the metal bottom of the drawer is a very important message. “DO NOT USE FOR STORAGE”.

I blame the little old lady.

Pizza turned out pretty good, actually!

Wednesday worries

Picked the car up today and drove the hubs to the subway station. As I was passing my house on the way to work, it started making the chugging sound again, so back to the garage I went. They think it needs new plugs and a new ignition cable.

Needless to say, I am working from home again today. Don't get me wrong - I am grateful to have a job where I CAN work from home, it's just frustrating to be forced to. As much as I am able to get done, I know there will be so much more waiting for me when I finally get into the office.

Festival of mutants

I took the bus to work today. My car is at the shop and I did not want to work from home unless I absolutely had to, and I could take a bus, so I did. The ride to work was okay, actually. It was the trip home that scared me. I had to wait in the terminal for the bus to arrive, and I have never seen so much drama in my life. I spent the while time sitting there trying to not meet anyone's eye. I can't even recall what everyone was arguing about, all I know was it was loud and it was ugly. At one point a guy came in and started talking to his friend (they all seemed to know each other) about his new job at McDonalds. I respect people who work at McDonalds - I worked there myself. It's a lot of work for not much money. The funny part was when the guy said "Yeah, I have a friend who is a manager there and HE TOTALLY HOOKED ME UP!!!"

I wil NEVER think of a McDonalds job as any kind of hookup.

Why?

Why is it that when I decided it is actually safe to brush my teeth while fully dressed for work because I have not gotten toothpaste on my jammies for over a month that is the time I make such a mess I have to change my entire outfit?

I'm a smart girl. I went to college. When did I forget how to brush my teeth without looking like I have rabies?