Thursday, October 26, 2006

Burnt Noodles

Usually this refers to my brain, but in this case I actually burnt my (spaghetti) noodles. Less than a week after the dog sitter incident I manage to pull a similar yet less devestating imitation. This is why guys can't multitask. If we start two things at once, inevitably one becomes more interesting than the other. This is what happened yesterday. I was hungry and trying to lay the hardwood floor in the office. At some point the need to get the floor laid preempted my hunger.

Needless to say when Gina rolls up the driveway I have the front door wide open, the dining room window and the kitchen outside door open with the fans on high hoping to get the fresh burnt smell out before she gets home. No luck.

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