Archive for December 16, 2011
Last night I went back to my roots and indulged in a huge blonde moment. I set a pot of left-over spaghetti on the burner for dinner and heated it up. When it was nicely hot, I turned off the burner and went downstairs to the computer and (as always), became engrossed in a project. After awhile I began to notice a smell, like someone was smoking. I thought maybe it was my husband outside the window and didn’t think much more about it for awhile. It got more intense and I realized that A: my husband wasn’t even home yet and B: OH MY GOSH, THE SPAGHETTI!
Upon racing upstairs I was greeted by smoke and a completely burned dinner. Had to open up the whole house, never mind that it was freezing cold, and try to air it out. Filled the pot with water, covered it and haven’t been brave enough to look at the damage yet. I have a built in microwave/range hood combo so I had turned the fan on there too. When I tried to turn it off… it wouldn’t shut down. Then the microwave eerily turned itself on and that wouldn’t shut down either until I pulled the plug.
Now I had a smoke-filled house, an incinerated dinner, a broken microwave, a freezing house, a hungry husband and a partridge in a pear tree. (I wish! That could have been dinner.)
That was last night. So today seemed like a good day to be peevish. it began when I opened up my email account. I am sick and tired of spam email. No matter how many addresses and domains I block there are a million more that they can use to send me important info about items I have absolutely no interest in. I don’t have the necessary equipment to use Viagra and it would be nice if they could even spell impotence correctly. I don’t need prescription drugs form Canada, knock off Rolexes, hair restoration or invitations to cheat on my husband (or wife, gender does not seem to be an issue with these emails).
This brings my attention to television commercials. I have several that I dislike so much that the odds of me ever buying the product are nil. For instance, Virgin mobile commercials. The one with the woman’s long red armpit hair flowing in the wind is vomit inducing. “Do you think this is wrong?” the commercial asks. YES. It is SO wrong. I’ll stick with Verizon. Can you hear me now?
The Merci chocolate commercial. Nauseatingly horrible tune and lyrics and they don’t even pronounce Merci properly.
Kit Kat crunch crunch crunch commercial. Annoying to the hilt.
Jell-O Pudding Face… don’t even get me started.
On a brighter note, Christmas is almost here, I am going to a Messiah sing-a-long tonight with my friend and I am now on my way upstairs to make fudge and apricot bread.