Apr 08

Sometimes I shouldn’t be allowed out of the house

The sound of an almost-full Diet Dr. Pepper makes as it spills all over my desk, keyboard, mouse, chair, floor, etc.
The sound of a big glass vase shattering when a chair hits it (was dragging chair out of way of more of the soda).
The sound that velvet pants make as they get soaking wet. (ok, a stretch, but you get my point).

Dare I drive home?

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  1. curvyart

    let me know when you’ll be on the road, so i can stay put!

    1. jason0x21

      Me, too!

      1. gina

        Probably heading to Raleigh (trivia night) in 45 mins. Warnings have been given.

  2. bethzebra

    I had one of those events yesterday too. I had a plastic disposable container full of grits that I’d measured out. I put it down on the stove, then smelled burning plastic and realized I’d put it on a hot burner. I quick grabbed it up, but a hole had already melted so by grabbing it I just distributed grits all over the stove, the counter and the floor.

    Then I said some bad words.

    1. gina

      Argh. I just hate those.

      At least, though, mine wasn’t one of those where you actually have an inkling of “oh, this is a bad idea” but then you convince yourself to do it anyway (and disaster ensues). Those really stink.

  3. editgirl

    Whenever I have days like that, which I do, my husband threatens to make me a full-body padded oven-mitt style suit so I can’t hurt myself. After breaking a lot of glass things in a 2-day span, I told him he also needed to hang a high hammock and string me up in it so I can’t touch anything else!

    1. gina

      Oh a Gina-sized-oven-mitt-containment sounds like a swell idea.

      As for the hammock… am sure I’d strangle myself init somehow. :-)

      1. editgirl

        I nearly brained myself playing on a hammock once. I was goofing off with a friend, we were jumping on it and swinging high and stuff. Well, I jumped, and she started to swing… and the whole shebang swung right under me, and I face-planted in the dirt. I was amazed that I didn’t smash out my front teef.

        I think the oven mitt suit should be internally heated, and have massaging action, so it’d be like a mini spa vacation!

        1. gina

          mmmmmm oven mitt spa — that sounds *wonderful*… reminds me of a spa I went to in Germany… many hot baths, scrubbings, saunas … and then at the end you went to a beautiful atrium room and laid on massage tables where they cocooned you in heated blankies, head-to-toe.


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