I was telling my friend Amy this last weekend about a rather abnormal occurance that happened in my otherwise happy home that very well may be foreshadowing a visit from Aunt Flo: Saturday night after Shabbat was over, Ben and I had planned on having some hamburgers grilled up on the ol' Foreman grill. Since we had some organic-tots in the freezer, I threw those in the oven as a side, because one can never have enough carbs. While waiting for my burger to finish, I grabbed the pan from the oven to do the mid-cook shake and salt when, to my great surprise, I felt a burninating feeling coming from my thumb that was rather excrutiating. In an effort to toss the pan atop the stove and remove the pan from my melting flesh, the whole shebang flipped over, tots flying everywhere. I hopped about in a mock pee-pee dance, trying to avoid the little 450-degree oily meteors rocketing towards my exposed feet. I shouted an expletive that may have started with "F" and, once things settled down, started to sweep up the mess to be digested by the garbage disposal. Whilst sweeping, I was biting my lip, my eyes full of fluid threatening to spill over into alligator tears. Crying? Over dropped tots?
After cleaning up, I dressed my burger and went into the living room to eat while watching anime on my computer (because that's totally not the same as sitting in front of the teevee while eating dinner, because that's just silly). As I passed Ben, he queried, "What happened?", his mouth full of food, his eyes focused firmly on his monitor. I silently sat in my chair and fumed. After taking several breaths, I said, "You know, if you're going to act like you care, perhaps you should swallow your food and maybe pause the movie you're watching so you can actually look at me when you ask me a question like that. And I may be a little PMS-y, but there are NO TOTS. They went all over the floor. And I was burned. No tots. Sorry."
This was obviously a very traumatic experience, as I was sniffing back the tears again and turned my focus to my hamburger, so patiently waiting for me and so very obviously caring more for me than my husband did at the time. Holy holy eff. So, I've been taking some extra vitimans this week...
Ben and I are heading up to Grandjean this weekend to have a 4-day mini-break in the woods which, Aunt Flo aside, should provide us with some fun in the way of hiking and general outdoorsy goodness. I'm going to be incredibly busy for the rest of the summer as I attempt to finish 3 massive projects before the NYC/MASS/France/Italy trip (and perhaps have to go job-hunting, but that's a whole other story). I'll try to keep my site updated, and I've been planning a redesign for like a year, but haven't had the 4-5 hours to do it just yet. I hope to start the (Jewish) New Year with the new site design, a new non-smoking life (I didn't mention I'm quitting? On the first of July?), and an exciting 27th year of my life.
Aside: This proves that there is a need for more video games to be converted into plays on ice. The video also makes me want to beat the crap out of Jason Bateman, but in a good way (did I mention the PMS??). Link from ByrneUnit.
Now, now, don't cry Devlyn. Don't cry over dropped tots. They're just tots. Little cute chunks of potatoes. Cute golden brown perfect nuggets of goodness. Oh my god I can't believe you dropped the nuggets of goodness!! You bitc..eh hem.
I'm sorry for your traumatic experience, but excited for your adventurous near future.
I also wanted to let you know that I've got a light here for Ben's cruiser. If you could pass the message along, that would be great. That is, if you care to.
Posted by: josh at June 28, 2006 9:14 AM