Delores spent the week in Provo to enjoy her family, a little extra help with the kids, and to give me some uninterrupted time to work on my thesis. That leaves me reminiscing on how remarkably dull life was as a bachelor.
To spice things up, I decided to prepare a small, gourmet meal, which consisted of two turkey franks in a pot of boiling water. With an early pre-winter chill starting to settle in the valley, I warmed my hands a moment over the stove, and then settled myself in a basement couch to work on my thesis.
Forty-five minutes later (yup, a whole forty-five minutes) I smell a musty smoke smell in the air and thought, I'll bet that's the last barbecue of the summer... wait.... Is my house on fire?
I sprinted upstairs to find my turkey franks, black and brittle and billowing smoke all through the house.
I think that warrants an embarrased Idiot Bachelor of the Month award, eh?
Hot dogs keith?! You've got to be kidding! No really, I was destroyed an entire pan with one forgotten hamburger patty.
ReplyDeleteThe worst "fire" we had was when I burned a hot pad! :-) Boy did that smell!
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