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on sunday, i decided to make myself pudding. i cooked it up, put it in the fridge to set, and started cleaning up. when i opened the refrigerator to put the milk away, the bowl fell out and dumped all over the floor, the fridge, the stove, and me. so i cleaned it up, sadly reflecting that there would be no delicious pudding in my future.
then, to cheer myself up, i decided to surprise dan with dinner for when he got home from work. he works part time in the golf department at dicks, and often does not finish until quite late, so sometimes i make him up something so he does not have to think about making himself a meal at eleven at night. off i go, making some nice homemade tomato sauce, la di dah dah. after i puree everything in my Magic Bullet, i realize that i can't get the top off because the sauce is still hot and the air inside of it had expanded. i run it under cold water, dry it off, then try again. however, as i am doing so, my hand slips, my finger catches the edge of it, and half of my nail is ripped out of the nailbed. copious bleeding ensues (i did get the top off though).
the morals of the story:
1.) refrain from being a refrigerator retard.
2.) pudding failures cannot be rectified by making tomato sauce.
3.) don't bite the Magic Bullet... because the bullet BITES BACK!
4.) my finger still god damn hurts.
FIN
then, to cheer myself up, i decided to surprise dan with dinner for when he got home from work. he works part time in the golf department at dicks, and often does not finish until quite late, so sometimes i make him up something so he does not have to think about making himself a meal at eleven at night. off i go, making some nice homemade tomato sauce, la di dah dah. after i puree everything in my Magic Bullet, i realize that i can't get the top off because the sauce is still hot and the air inside of it had expanded. i run it under cold water, dry it off, then try again. however, as i am doing so, my hand slips, my finger catches the edge of it, and half of my nail is ripped out of the nailbed. copious bleeding ensues (i did get the top off though).
the morals of the story:
1.) refrain from being a refrigerator retard.
2.) pudding failures cannot be rectified by making tomato sauce.
3.) don't bite the Magic Bullet... because the bullet BITES BACK!
4.) my finger still god damn hurts.
FIN