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I am a spaz

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

No Really. I am.
My husband and I were meant for one another. I find ice cream in the cup board or phones flying into the street as I drive the car off. I do things like leave the teapot on the stove on high and go out back to work forgetting about that little teapot on high only to come back to a BLACK teapot and a melted coffee cup (sitting next to the burner) and an awfully noxious gas filling the house and a fire alarm going off. Or, I break the plate I made when I was five and Kristin (because she is simply wonderful this way) goes downstairs and finds me some crazy glue. The next day I pick up my plate to show how well that crazy glue worked and find the tube stuck to the plate. yup. Spaz.
I really wish that I had my own screen print shop. Hopefully by this time next year. That would kick ass.
Joseph ordered more sweet toast shirts. These are catching on. You just watch. Watch the Today Show on January 2nd. You just watch. :) People are getting it!
So psyched.

  1. Blogger Vixie said:

    One time I was cooking something in the toaster oven, and I left the mitts on top of the oven, then forgot about it. My ex came home and said, "what's that smell?" and walked into the kitchen. The mitts were smoking, right under the cafe curtains. He grabbed the mitts and ran to the front door, and tossed them into a snowbank, where they burst into flame! Close call number one of many. You aren't a spaz, you are a busy, multi-tasking wonder woman!
    :)

    I have the constant worry that I left a burner on after I have left the house. This is common, "ladybug ladybug"

    I think by now I have trained myself to keep checking. You will too!

  1. Blogger Vixie said:

    One time I was cooking something in the toaster oven, and I left the mitts on top of the oven, then forgot about it. My ex came home and said, "what's that smell?" and walked into the kitchen. The mitts were smoking, right under the cafe curtains. He grabbed the mitts and ran to the front door, and tossed them into a snowbank, where they burst into flame! Close call number one of many. You aren't a spaz, you are a busy, multi-tasking wonder woman!
    :)

    I have the constant worry that I left a burner on after I have left the house. This is common, "ladybug ladybug"

    I think by now I have trained myself to keep checking. You will too!

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