|Picking on Erin
||[Aug. 13th, 2004|11:53 am]
Ferrett has already written an entry today about Erin's lawnmower fiasco, so now I feel like I'm ganging up.
But what the heck.
Today is company picnic day, and I decided to wear my white crop pants. They needed pressing, so I walked over to the ironing board.
And discovered a nice, hot iron, waiting for me to use.
"Erin," I said, waking her from blissful teen slumber. "When did you last iron?"
"I dunno. A few days ago."
In other words, we have been living for at least a week with an iron set on high just standing there in the basement. Nevermind that the strange humming noise I had been hearing was clearly my electric meter working up to escape velocity. It's a wonder that she didn't burn down the house.
I'm feeling very fortunate today, and counting my blessings. And now I'm leaving for the company picnic.
2004-08-13 04:02 pm (UTC)
Funny, all the irons I've owned for the past decade or so shut-off if they're just left like that. It is a safety feature for people like me who get distracted and leave the iron plugged in. I thought that was pretty standard.
Eeeee! That's scary!
Happy Friday the 13th!
You can't believe how much that explains. [g]
Whew. Thank God everything's OK.
Yikes! My parents always made me unplug everything (curling iron, hot rollers, hair dryer, iron, etc) when I was done with it. If I didn't, and I got caught, regardless of being 'off', said item was taken away for x amount of time. That was their way of making sure the house didn't burn down. :P
It seems that maybe she should pay the extra electricity? Like figure out the highest bill you had before the fiasco, because that burns a lot.
My husband had a college roommate who insisted on keeping the heat high enough to wear shorts inside in winter, and he offered to pay the extra, since the others were willing to wear sweaters inside. It seems fair.
glad everything is still in one piece!
oh, and btw, you are a brave woman to wear white pants! especially to a picnic!
One of the things I love about this house is that in the master bedroom there is a cabinet that opens up to a fold-out ironing board, with a little metal-lined shelf for an iron, and a swivel lamp, and there's a timer dial. Both the light and the plug for the iron are operated with the timer dial - so if you forget and walk off, it turns off the power to the plug after a while. Lovely feature.
i hate that feeling of cold sweat dread as you realize the danger of what could have happened.
I'm so glad nothing bad happened.
I couple of months ago I was puzzled by this very slight "click" noise that I would hear every four or so minutes when I was in the living/dining room/kitchen combination of my house. I wandered around, checked all the outlets, and finally gave up. After about three days of this, I finally realized that the back burner on my electric stove had been on "warm" for the entire duration...and as it wasn't hot enough to glow, I had no idea. (the clicking was the sound of the element re-engaging to maintain temperature)
I turned it off, and thanked God that I hadn't burned the house down.
This story gets MUCH MUCH MUCH worse when I tell you that I was raised by the ex Port Fire Marshal of San Francisco. My Pops spent 30 years as a fire inspector, his job was to find out how fires start. I mean, we didn't leave the can opener plugged in unless we were using it. Leaving the house while the dryer is running is still too much for me.
Oops. Tell Erin not to feel too bad...