09 July 2011
Well, that's what she blames it on. The fog, she calls it. So we're making breakfast together. I'm taking care of preparing the eggs, she's tending to the sausage. After a while I notice that the sausage is looking rather the same. And sure enough: the burner is not on. I tell her: "It helps to turn the burner on sometimes." We laugh. After we finish eating I walk by the stove and feel heat. I look down: sure enough. The burner is still on and the pan is smoking. "It also helps to turn the burner off." And I add: "By the way, I am so going to blog on this (it makes a much more pleasant topic than that stupid card game)."
Posted by William Weedon at 8:38 AM