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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

My computer was very sick...

But now it's all better! Yay! I don't know what it gets up to when I leave for the day, but it picked up more viruses than a dockyard ho. But I digress. So, quickly, an update, as my bed is calling

  • At work we're doing a renovation on a house that's almost 100 years old, so we've been finding the odd thing in the wall here and there, but yesterday, the electrician found a petrified orange, still in it's Sunkist wrapper. Apparently, with 12 cents and 11 wrappers, you could send away for a silver spoon. Unfortunately, the offer was void after Dec-31-1917. Hopefully that orange wasn't some poor guys lunch.

  • I haven't been doing much along the lines of crafty things *sadface, sweetie* but I did finish the table (finally), and the magnet board by the phone.

  • I still have a car to paint, which I need to get at this weekend.

  • I feel like I have missed much in the land o' the blog, so with all that catching up to do, I might not get to that car. (No. Must paint the car. Must paint the car before Easter....).

  • Saw this and chuckled:

My apologies for the short update, I'm just excited to be back!

So I'll leave you with a story. A few days ago, I was at work, but Adam was off, so I called him at lunch and asked him to cook the squash. The conversation went something like this: Me:Just cut it lengthwise, take out the seeds, put some oil and salt and pepper on it, and put it in the oven at 350. Adam: Okay. Me: Were you asleep? Adam: Yeaaaaa. Me and the hound were just having a nap. Me: Okay, just cook the squash. Around 4 hours later, he calls back, and goes, "Okay, I cut this and cleaned it out. You just want me to boil it, right?" So I explained everything again, now that I was talking to someone who was conscious. When my phone rang again an hour later, I wasn't expecting to hear, "Why is this thing smoking so much??" Uhm. I couldn't really say, since I wasn't there, so I asked him what he'd done, and he said just what I'd told him, with the addition of putting it "on that paper you use." I cook everything on parchment paper, so I was at a bit of a loss, and just assumed it was something that had gotten spilled and went unnoticed, and was now, well, catching on fire. Until something dawned on me, as I heard an echo of "that paper you use-- paper-- paper..." so I called back, and suggested he check the box; did he use the parchment paper, or the wax paper. My only response, as I heard the drawer open? "Uhm. I have to go..."


  1. Glad the computer is better...and I hope there wasn't too much smoke damage. ;^)

    I got a call from my buddy once: "Do you have a bucket & mop I could borrow?" "What happened" "Well, there was a little fire...." ~~~ This little fire story included tacos, an acrylic electric blanket, a paperback book, and a World War I gas mask.

  2. Ha! Wow, that story is way better than mine!