Merry Death

Burning Breakfast, Burning Lunch

Neither Phil nor I should ever walk away from cooking food. We always think we can. But sadly, no.
This morning I decided to restock our frozen waffle stash. I got out the waffle maker and began making a series of plain and chocolate chip waffles. yum. When I got to the fourth waffle I went to eat my own breakfast. When I returned, stiff waffle. The fifth waffle was a plain joke. We are talking frisbee hardness there.
Phil does the same thing for lunch. Grilled cheese anyone? Blackened cheese anyone? He started to do dishes and forgot the sandwich. That was a pleasant smell to open he door to, made even worse by me cleaning out the litter box first. Come on over folks, and bring your gas masks....

These things just topped off a day where I am already annoyed. That kind of immediate annoyance of waking up- annoyed. Not sure why. I think it was the waking up part that did it. I am in need of about 2 10 hr nights of sleep. Very good, deep sleep. The kind you snore to. The kind that people ask the next day if you heard the thunder from hell and you can smile and say "why no, I slept like a log".

Lastly, its the 7th day straight that it has rained. Please tell me why its still 178% humidity.

posted by Metalmeredith @ 1:25 PM