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Picking on Erin [Aug. 13th, 2004|11:53 am]
[Current Mood |shockedshocked]

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.

[User Picture]From: kimmaline
2004-08-13 08:12 pm (UTC)
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...
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