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Other than that, Mrs Lincoln...
Nov. 22nd, 2004 08:36 amSo anyway. I wanted some cocoa after dinner and put the kettle on. Sadly, I put the kettle on the back burner and turned on the front burner. The one with the glass plate on it. And the kitchen timer on the glass plate. (Because someone, who shall remain the other member of the household, can't quite get it in her head that the stove is not to be used as counter space.)
FYI, glass plates go 'splodey if you heat them the wrong way.
Mom gets to the kitchen first, barefoot, and steps on a piece of molten kitchen timer. Cue montage of cold water, call to Dial-A-Nurse, fire alarm, improvised bandages made from panty liners, etc.
She's got a blister on the ball of her foot that looks uncannily like an orange slice in both size and shape.
I'll just be under my desk.
FYI, glass plates go 'splodey if you heat them the wrong way.
Mom gets to the kitchen first, barefoot, and steps on a piece of molten kitchen timer. Cue montage of cold water, call to Dial-A-Nurse, fire alarm, improvised bandages made from panty liners, etc.
She's got a blister on the ball of her foot that looks uncannily like an orange slice in both size and shape.
I'll just be under my desk.
