Falling asleep on my couch is not a good thing for me under normal circumstances. Its about 510 long and even though Im skinnier than I used to be, Im still hanging in there at about 61. Its amazing what that 3 will do. Im usually rewarded with a crick in my neck, a cramp in my leg, or both. So I try to stagger off to bed whenever possible. Buying this couch was not my idea. We (and I use the term we very loosely) bought it while I was still married. And like the other furniture, the paint, the carpet, the tv, the appliances, the sheets on the bed, the bed, the flowers and shrubs, where we went on vacation, what we watched on TV, etc. etc., my input was pretty much whatever you think and yeah thats fine. And yeah... that WAS fine. Life sure was easier when I didnt have to make any decisions. But had I known, I surely would have picked a couch that was at least 62! So anyway, cricks and cramps usually wake me up and send me to my bed. I didnt pick the bed either but my bed is awesome! Especially so these days since Ive discovered the meaning (with a little help from a friend) of thread count. I dont know whos job it is to count those threads and it must be a tedious job, but I rank it way up there with world peace in importance. But it wasnt cricks and cramps that woke me the night before last. I didnt know why I woke up at first. But I was glad I did. I decided to have one more smoke before staggering off to bed. And thats when I started smelling the smell. The smell kind of had a burnt or burning odor. Im sure you know how that is. Not the setting off the smoke detector burning smell. More faint. Where your nose reports to your brain that all is not right. And your brain reports back to your nose that it cant be THAT bad if the smoke detector hasnt gone off yet. So I checked around my immediate area. I have a small space heater that I keep close for instant heat when my skinny ass starts getting chills. The heater was off. And the smell started getting stronger. My nose then reminded my brain that I had cooked earlier in the evening. My brain reported back that it specifically remembered turning the stove off after cooking. My nose said okay. But reported back that something was burning... ish.. and that I should at least take a look. So I did. Well... my eyes then reminded my brain that I had started boiling some eggs earlier that night (after cooking dinner and turning off the stove) to put in some tuna for sandwiches the next day. Oops... Did you know that if you put eggs on to boil in a pot of boiling water and then forget about them, the eggs will become hard boiled, the water will evaporate, the eggs will explode, the noise will wake up the dumbass sleeping on the couch, said dumbass will then spend the next hour carrying the burnt pot outside, opening windows to air out the house and cleaning exploded hard boiled eggs off of the stove, the floor, the counter and then have to go get the ladder to clean it off the ceiling? No? Me either. But now I do. Sheez... All is well now. But my tuna will not have eggs this time.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 12:50:52 +0000
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