Well, within an hour of writing that post I had managed to set my kitchen on fire and get my face sneezed on.
I was in a rush to get supper made so I could get back to marking exams. I had the veggies and chicken sauteing on one side of the stove and the water boiling for my pasta on the other side. Once the water boiled, I took this tall plastic canister that I store my pasta in and went to pour the fettuccine into the pot.
About 1/4 of my pasta landed beside the pot ... mostly on the part of the burner that was exposed. It started shriveling up and smoking and in about 10 seconds, I had flames shooting up all over the stove. Apparently the best thing to do to the solve the problem is repeatedly hit the burner with a wooden spoon. Umm, because that's what I did. Over and over again. Eventually, I was resigned to just wait - and keep hitting the burner with a wooden spoon, of course - until all the pasta noodles had been burnt to smithereens and the flames died down. I was left with some toasty noodles, a blaring smoke detector and a stinky kitchen. At least the final product, after the fire was all taken care of, was delicious.
Then, a few minutes later, the FD came inside to mix up some spices for the venison sausage that he and his buddies were making. Because, well, what else would three Canadian hunting boys do on a Wednesday evening? He was mixing up his concoction while I was putting dishes away. I guess the spices started working their magic and gave the FD a little tickle in his nose. Apparently, he had very little warning and did not have time to cover his mouth so he just turned his face away from the counter, closed his eyes and Achooed ... at the very same moment that I walked over to the counter to put a baking dish away beside where he was working.
My face was 2 inches from his snot filled sneeze.
No joke. I cried.
So, be careful what you wish for.
As Nicole so eloquently put it in her comment on yesterday's post: "Life will no doubt knock you on your butt before long."
How true, how true.