smoke inhalation theatre
*koff koff hack wheeze*
And I didn't have great lungs, due to illness, in the first place...
So here's what happened.
I had a photo shoot today in world, plus an emergency commercial shoot (me as model; first was me as photographer) today, but got up late, and started off behind. Then the girl mentions I need to scoop litter, and make her lunch, and make sure the cats have food and water, and...
Normally? This is a standard day and it's no big deal. But I'd overslept, and I had things to do, and it was making me resentful. Then the youngest boy comes in and says no one--in a house of adults and young adults actually RELATED TO HIM--will watch him make cookies.
My brain wanted to curl up and scream.
But I went out and watched him gather cookie-making ingredients, and told him he had to let the butter soften, and to preheat the oven, and call me when that was done.
Came out about halfway through and he's mixing things together, and HE says he's fine doing that, it's just the baking he needs to be observed for, and his older brother says, no, he needs to be watched during ALL of it...I throw my hands up, mix the wet ingredients while he measures out the dry, scoop the cat litter, walked it out to the garbage can--don't nobody cheer, come on now, it's door to sidewalk--came back in, and went back to the photo shoot.
Whereupon my photographer shrieked "omg my girls throwin up i gotta go xoxo" and poofed into sparkle.
Ah.
Okay, so I go back to cookies, scoop 'em into balls for him on two cookie sheets, open the oven--and it's on fire.
Seems there was an earlier tragic cheesecake overbaking incident, on the girl's part, which I had completely forgotten about. So I grab the salt, and nothing, grab the baking soda, and whirl to pour that on...and it's guttering out. I turn the oven off--I think--and go out to inform the roommates of oven tragedy.
By the time I get back half the house is full of smoke because our oven has reversed knobs and I keep forgetting--I turned the heat to broil.
So I pry out the smoking tin tray beneath the lower element, open every window I can think to open, and go sit down again.
Where I promptly redmap, after unpacking half of Boneflower's current line--being as how that's the shoot I'm one of the models for--and am now sitting in a chair, breathing smoke-laden air quite carefully indeed.
Can I start today over? Really. I want a reset button.
And I didn't have great lungs, due to illness, in the first place...
So here's what happened.
I had a photo shoot today in world, plus an emergency commercial shoot (me as model; first was me as photographer) today, but got up late, and started off behind. Then the girl mentions I need to scoop litter, and make her lunch, and make sure the cats have food and water, and...
Normally? This is a standard day and it's no big deal. But I'd overslept, and I had things to do, and it was making me resentful. Then the youngest boy comes in and says no one--in a house of adults and young adults actually RELATED TO HIM--will watch him make cookies.
My brain wanted to curl up and scream.
But I went out and watched him gather cookie-making ingredients, and told him he had to let the butter soften, and to preheat the oven, and call me when that was done.
Came out about halfway through and he's mixing things together, and HE says he's fine doing that, it's just the baking he needs to be observed for, and his older brother says, no, he needs to be watched during ALL of it...I throw my hands up, mix the wet ingredients while he measures out the dry, scoop the cat litter, walked it out to the garbage can--don't nobody cheer, come on now, it's door to sidewalk--came back in, and went back to the photo shoot.
Whereupon my photographer shrieked "omg my girls throwin up i gotta go xoxo" and poofed into sparkle.
Ah.
Okay, so I go back to cookies, scoop 'em into balls for him on two cookie sheets, open the oven--and it's on fire.
Seems there was an earlier tragic cheesecake overbaking incident, on the girl's part, which I had completely forgotten about. So I grab the salt, and nothing, grab the baking soda, and whirl to pour that on...and it's guttering out. I turn the oven off--I think--and go out to inform the roommates of oven tragedy.
By the time I get back half the house is full of smoke because our oven has reversed knobs and I keep forgetting--I turned the heat to broil.
So I pry out the smoking tin tray beneath the lower element, open every window I can think to open, and go sit down again.
Where I promptly redmap, after unpacking half of Boneflower's current line--being as how that's the shoot I'm one of the models for--and am now sitting in a chair, breathing smoke-laden air quite carefully indeed.
Can I start today over? Really. I want a reset button.