What a morning I almost blew up my kitchen or at least caught my place on fire. Technically it was on fire. All because I wanted to make a cup of tea, God I’m inept! I had to light the burner with one of those candle lighter thingy’s. My cell rings, which is up stairs so I put the lighter down, obviously oblivious to the fact I have a burner on, covered by a tea pot. Run to get the phone, yak a minute, come back downstairs walk into the kitchen and BOOM there’s an explosion and a flash of light. Not to mention a small fire. The lighter is burning, the teapot appears to be burning and the smell is awful. Big Bad Brave me is afraid to go near the stove. I’m already standing next to it. So I got my nerve up wet a paper towel (told you I’m a genius) and throw it on the flames. Believe it or not it did the trick.
I’ve already reproduced how frightening is that!!! What have I become? I think all of my academic awards should be stripped away as well.
Oh the call, was my boss to tell me I was a top performer for 2005. How frickin scary is that?!?! Thank God he wasn’t on the phone for the explosion…. I’d have fired myself for that stupid move. I think this should qualify me for a Darwin Award, don’t you?
