At GrowDammit HQ. I’ll spare you the gory details of the toe incident, and skip to the fact that I have to tape my toenail down to my bruised toe so I can put it into a shoe. And to add insult to injury,
|I have hard boiled egg yolk stuck to my ceiling.|
I was in my bedroom futzing around on the computer with the Dragon snoring on his bed and waiting for Ted to get home from work, when I heard a loud popping noise from downstairs. It sounded like something had fallen and broken, and the Dragon flew down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, he started barking and snarling in the general direction of the Family Room…so, I ran and grabbed the Convincer because I was convinced someone was trying to break in through a window and had knocked something over. The Convincer is the axe handle Ted keeps beside the bed, you know, to convince somebody who has broken in that they made a poor choice. Like Hurricane looters. Anyway, the dog gets quiet and all of the sudden more loud noise scared me into locking myself in the bathroom. I knew Ted was on his way home, so I called him 1st. And 2nd, and 3rd until he finally answered. I told him I thought someone *might* be in the house, and the next thing I know he’s in the Kitchen with an axe yelling “What the fuck is this shit?”
|Why Michele is never allowed to boil anything unsupervised again.|
I had put on a pot of eggs, and totally forgotten about them and they exploded. All over the place. There was bits of egg and shell all over the counters, everything on the counters, the cabinets – floor to ceiling – the ceiling, the ceiling fan, the floor halfway across the Kitchen. The house smelled like burned rotten egg farts.
On the plus side, Chef Ted made me Shrimp Etouffee for supper. And it was yummy.