... He wants to know if I need a brain.
Upstairs about an hour ago:
"Hmmmm... what's that smell? Something smells hot. The neighbour's must be barbecuing."
Back to ironing.
La dee da, bee ba da...
Time passes, I'm in the bedroom packing
"Gee that smell is kinda nasty. Is that my iron?" Check iron. "huh... Maybe I should go downstairs and make sure I didn't leave a burner on or something."
I put the kettle on the burner, like forever ago. It burned dry. The bottom of the kettle was almost as red as the burner!!!!!! Holy ole crap.
The kettle looks like it went through the war, but I think it'll survive, once it, uh, cools down enough so that I can take the lid off! Yikes.
This isn't the first time this has happened in our house. I threatened Andrew to within an inch of his life when he did that during band practice one time.
Thank goodness Paderno cookware is resiliant.
I think I'm preoccupied with vacation preparations. Anyone care to comment?