Well, at least I didn't set the house on fire...

And did I mention the smell? Lord help me. Where is the ocean breeze when I need it the most?
I think the phone rang while I was pouring my soup into a bowl, I got to chatting, then I walked away with my bowl in hand and forgot to turn the burner off. Whoops. Of course, it is on low, so I don't notice it when I go back into the kichen and then I go out and by the time I come home...well, I have this.
I am so going to get my ass kicked. And if I do stuff like this now...what am I going to be like when I am 80?
I guess all in all my consort should be happy that all we lost was a pot. I mean, at least he still has a house to come home too. :()
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