World of Suck
So Janet, the third partner in Forsaken Filmz, is coming up for the weekend. FF has an audition/BBQ to attend in NH, and I'd like to meet the girl. So, she's coming up tonight and Andrew and I are making her a nice, welcome dinner.
So far, things are not going so well on my end.
See, I told Andrew I'd make a salsa to go with dinner. I make a damned good salsa (right Laura?). This salsa was beautiful: tomatoes, red, yellow, and orange peppers, jalapenos and anaheim chilis, red onion, cilantro, lemon, and just a touch of salt and pepper. And my secret ingredient. Gorgeous color. And a nice, big bowl of it, too.
Well, first off, I prepped up all the veggies for Andrew, including a whole shitload of hot peppers for the rest of dinner. I'm smart, I wore gloves. But the pepper oils leaked through the gloves, so now my hands are on fire. And there isn't much I can do about it except wait it out. It effing hurts. A lot. No, not hurts. Burns. Throbs and burns.
So, I then decided that I'd make some more sour cream dip for potato chips. Well, I got the sour cream out of the fridge and I heard something shift when I shut the door. I opened the door real slowly, but that damned bowl was just too heavy. It fell out of the fridge and smashed into a million pieces.
Meanwhile, I'm standing there, barefoot, covered in salsa.
My beautiful, colorful, tasty salsa now resides in the trash can. Not a happy camper.
And what's worse? My hands now burn for NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!
So far, things are not going so well on my end.
See, I told Andrew I'd make a salsa to go with dinner. I make a damned good salsa (right Laura?). This salsa was beautiful: tomatoes, red, yellow, and orange peppers, jalapenos and anaheim chilis, red onion, cilantro, lemon, and just a touch of salt and pepper. And my secret ingredient. Gorgeous color. And a nice, big bowl of it, too.
Well, first off, I prepped up all the veggies for Andrew, including a whole shitload of hot peppers for the rest of dinner. I'm smart, I wore gloves. But the pepper oils leaked through the gloves, so now my hands are on fire. And there isn't much I can do about it except wait it out. It effing hurts. A lot. No, not hurts. Burns. Throbs and burns.
So, I then decided that I'd make some more sour cream dip for potato chips. Well, I got the sour cream out of the fridge and I heard something shift when I shut the door. I opened the door real slowly, but that damned bowl was just too heavy. It fell out of the fridge and smashed into a million pieces.
Meanwhile, I'm standing there, barefoot, covered in salsa.
My beautiful, colorful, tasty salsa now resides in the trash can. Not a happy camper.
And what's worse? My hands now burn for NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!