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A low down dirty shame
Nov. 5th, 2003 09:01 amEver had one of those nights when you thought that maybe it'd be a good idea if you just went to bed at 7 so you could end it a little sooner? That was me last night.
Got stuck in traffic on the way home and ended up rather late. Getting home well after dark sucks. Walked in the door to two starving kitties, who got their food while I checked out the box I'd received. Glory be, the heating fan I'd ordered a few weeks ago finally arrived. Nice one too, and it heats up my bathroom in nothing flat.
While setting that up I decided to fry up some hashbrowns to have with dinner and set the timer appropriately. Unfortunately I took the box a bit too literally and even at the lowest cooking time, they burned. Which created smoke. Which spread quickly through our little house. Can you see where this is going?
On the plus side I can now confirm that every smoke detector in the place works, with the possible exception of the office one. However, that got tested last year when I tried to actually use the fireplace.
So I went from one to the next pulling the batteries while Pye thought it was a fun new game and Kage cowered under the couch. Opened all the windows and doors to clear it out and disposed of my now crispy and blackened dinner. Fortunately I still had a frozen dinner I could turn to.
Meanwhile I glanced up and noted that the feakin' huge spider I'd be kind enough to escort back out into the garage the last time I'd found it in the kitchen, was back. That thing just doesn't take a hint. This sucker is of a size that would make Steve Irwin fondle it and call it a "beauty". Big. So I grabbed the broom and attempted to once again remove it to the garage. This time, however, it was ready for me and escaped under a cabinet. I considered going in after it and then decided with the night I was having I'd undoubtedly end up bitten or worse.
Considered actually putting in some veil time, and quickly came to the conclusion that it just wasn't the night to work on anything creative. Instead I swept and vacuumed, and then replaced all the smoke detector batteries. Then a nice hot shower in my now toasty bathroom, and a cup of hot cocoa to round it out. Much better.
On the plus side I did get some other little organizational stuff done, and confirmed that I can tape beautifully from my DVD player (hooray!). Also got to see "The Apartment" while running around doing stuff and was reminded why all men are scum...except Jack Lemmon. Watched a little of Irma la Douce before calling it, finally, a night.
Tonight just has to be better, right?
Got stuck in traffic on the way home and ended up rather late. Getting home well after dark sucks. Walked in the door to two starving kitties, who got their food while I checked out the box I'd received. Glory be, the heating fan I'd ordered a few weeks ago finally arrived. Nice one too, and it heats up my bathroom in nothing flat.
While setting that up I decided to fry up some hashbrowns to have with dinner and set the timer appropriately. Unfortunately I took the box a bit too literally and even at the lowest cooking time, they burned. Which created smoke. Which spread quickly through our little house. Can you see where this is going?
On the plus side I can now confirm that every smoke detector in the place works, with the possible exception of the office one. However, that got tested last year when I tried to actually use the fireplace.
So I went from one to the next pulling the batteries while Pye thought it was a fun new game and Kage cowered under the couch. Opened all the windows and doors to clear it out and disposed of my now crispy and blackened dinner. Fortunately I still had a frozen dinner I could turn to.
Meanwhile I glanced up and noted that the feakin' huge spider I'd be kind enough to escort back out into the garage the last time I'd found it in the kitchen, was back. That thing just doesn't take a hint. This sucker is of a size that would make Steve Irwin fondle it and call it a "beauty". Big. So I grabbed the broom and attempted to once again remove it to the garage. This time, however, it was ready for me and escaped under a cabinet. I considered going in after it and then decided with the night I was having I'd undoubtedly end up bitten or worse.
Considered actually putting in some veil time, and quickly came to the conclusion that it just wasn't the night to work on anything creative. Instead I swept and vacuumed, and then replaced all the smoke detector batteries. Then a nice hot shower in my now toasty bathroom, and a cup of hot cocoa to round it out. Much better.
On the plus side I did get some other little organizational stuff done, and confirmed that I can tape beautifully from my DVD player (hooray!). Also got to see "The Apartment" while running around doing stuff and was reminded why all men are scum...except Jack Lemmon. Watched a little of Irma la Douce before calling it, finally, a night.
Tonight just has to be better, right?
