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I burned my right pinky finger on the grilled cheese maker today. That's the big news of the day from here. And it is big news, because it hurts. A lot. Will it keep me from making more grilled cheese sandwiches on the grilled cheese maker in the future? Doubtful, because I have recently discovered that these sandwiches are the best food EVER in the history of the WORLD. You may think I'm exaggerating, but that's just because you've never had one. Oh, sure, you've had a grilled cheese before, but you haven't had one on this specific grilled cheese maker of mysterious origin, which my brother picked up secondhand at a flea market a few years ago.
It is awesome.
Now, this burn may not curb my grilled cheese appetite, but it may make me a bit more careful about checking that the machine is off. The whole leaving-it-on-for-an-hour-post-sandwich thing is, hopefully, a thing of the past. A painful thing of the past.
Other events of the day: The Mets lost. To the Braves. Brother, mother, and self made up different words to the "Meet the Mets" song to communicate our displeasure with the team. We talked about it a lot at dinner, too, before having the following fascinating conversations.
Dinner Conversation Part 1:
Jimmy: Look at that cat, just look at her.
(Entire table turns to look at the cat in question, one Molly Comet MyLastName, who sits with her back pointedly turned to the table, angry after having been unceremoniously tossed by my brother off of the counter, which she'd jumped onto in her ongoing quest to eat us out of house and home.)
Jimmy: She's, like, my arch-nemesis.
Me: What does it say about you that your arch-nemesis is a four-pound cat?
Jimmy: It says that I don't get out much.
Dinner Conversation Part 2:
Mother Unit: Jimmy, are you going to remember to take out the garbage?
Jimmy: (Long-suffering sigh)
MU: Jimmy?
Me: I don't know, Mom, I think he's a little worn out from emptying the dishwasher six hours ago.
Jimmy: Was she talking to you? Why are you still here, anyway?
Me: Because I'm a loser. That's why.
Dinner Conversation Part 3, featuring Jimmy's best friend since elementary school, Pat:
Jimmy: These cookies are far less dunkable than the Oreos.
Pat: What, did you do some kind of study?
Jimmy: Yeah. I had three of these cookies and the last three Oreos yesterday, and these got destroyed by the milk really quickly.
Me: But what about the M&Ms? I like the M&Ms. They kind of make up for the lack of dunkability.
Jimmy: Yeah, true, it is kind of a draw overall.
Me: Yeah.
Jimmy: Hmm.
[long pause]
We talk about the important things here at Casa Jess.
It is awesome.
Now, this burn may not curb my grilled cheese appetite, but it may make me a bit more careful about checking that the machine is off. The whole leaving-it-on-for-an-hour-post-sandwich thing is, hopefully, a thing of the past. A painful thing of the past.
Other events of the day: The Mets lost. To the Braves. Brother, mother, and self made up different words to the "Meet the Mets" song to communicate our displeasure with the team. We talked about it a lot at dinner, too, before having the following fascinating conversations.
Dinner Conversation Part 1:
Jimmy: Look at that cat, just look at her.
(Entire table turns to look at the cat in question, one Molly Comet MyLastName, who sits with her back pointedly turned to the table, angry after having been unceremoniously tossed by my brother off of the counter, which she'd jumped onto in her ongoing quest to eat us out of house and home.)
Jimmy: She's, like, my arch-nemesis.
Me: What does it say about you that your arch-nemesis is a four-pound cat?
Jimmy: It says that I don't get out much.
Dinner Conversation Part 2:
Mother Unit: Jimmy, are you going to remember to take out the garbage?
Jimmy: (Long-suffering sigh)
MU: Jimmy?
Me: I don't know, Mom, I think he's a little worn out from emptying the dishwasher six hours ago.
Jimmy: Was she talking to you? Why are you still here, anyway?
Me: Because I'm a loser. That's why.
Dinner Conversation Part 3, featuring Jimmy's best friend since elementary school, Pat:
Jimmy: These cookies are far less dunkable than the Oreos.
Pat: What, did you do some kind of study?
Jimmy: Yeah. I had three of these cookies and the last three Oreos yesterday, and these got destroyed by the milk really quickly.
Me: But what about the M&Ms? I like the M&Ms. They kind of make up for the lack of dunkability.
Jimmy: Yeah, true, it is kind of a draw overall.
Me: Yeah.
Jimmy: Hmm.
[long pause]
We talk about the important things here at Casa Jess.