As my friend Pos said, it's been a rough week technology-wise.
Last night was the capper.
After nothing but Cheetos and Cheerios for dinner all week - Jim's been in California - I decide it's time to pull out all the stops and make a frozen pizza.
Standing in front of the oven for what is probably the first time since Thanksgiving, I hit the BAKE button. I punch 4 - 5 - 0 on the numbered panel like a pro.
I push START.
"PUSH START" flashes from the tiny screen on the oven.
"I am pushing start," I say to the oven.
I push START again.
"PUSH START" flashes the screen somewhat indignantly.
"I AM PUSHING START!" I scream at the oven.
That's when I realize I'm pushing the START button for the lower oven, not the top oven. In which the frozen pizza is waiting to bake.
Last time I try to cook. Ever.
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I am listening to: Modest Mouse - Missed the Boat
I am reading: Homework
And I am: Domestically impaired
5 months ago
4 comments:
Stupid oven - it should have known what you wanted to do!
cuckoo
stupit!
Thanks for the plug :) My readership has doubled.
(2 x 0 = 0)
Domestically impaired?! Surely there's a tax exempt status in there somewhere!!
Let me know, 'cause I too should qualify!
:)
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