ryan started the fire!
musictoyourlips called me from the empires show tonight, the one that I couldn't make it to. I listened to Spit the Dark and may or may not have teared up over how much I love that song and the fact that people are awesome enough to think about me when they're having their own empires fun. Thank you, Rosie. ♥
If you've posted that Christmas wishlist meme and don't see your name on this list, please link me! I've been trying to keep track of them as they're posted, but I'm paranoid about some slipping through the cracks.
Here's a story about my failyness that's sure to make you re-evaluate ever coming to visit.
I was going to make mac and cheese the other day, right? Because mac and cheese is awesome and easy and should be made often. My brother had just made something that required a cookie sheet and a spatula, and left the spatula on top of the cookie sheet on top of the oven, so I just used the burner on the other side. Or. I thought I did. Fifteen minutes later, my brother announces that I'm trying to kill them all - there were flames, the entire house was filled with the smoke of a dying spatula, and my water was not boiling because I'd turned on the wrong burner.
The problem with this is that it's not the first time things like this have happened. :-/ I once blew up the microwave because I thought someone said to put a baked potato in for half an hour, not ten minutes (I was like thirteen, give me a break). I once backed into a neighbor's gas main and the fire department came and woke up the entire neighborhood at five in the morning because they thought they might have to evacuate everyone. I once turned on a light, not realizing that someone's sock (seriously though, wtf, sock) was on top of it and it started the sock on fire. The recycling bin lid fell off the bin and onto our heating grate and melted into the heater. There were flames and smoke with that one, too.
So it's not all my fault, I just seem to have a tendency to be around when things like that happen. Fire incidents aside, I have never gone camping without a tornado popping up wherever it is I'm camping (three times, but after the third time I just said fuck it and stopped going camping).
Tell me about your most faily situations so I feel less like a disaster magnet. :(
If you've posted that Christmas wishlist meme and don't see your name on this list, please link me! I've been trying to keep track of them as they're posted, but I'm paranoid about some slipping through the cracks.
Here's a story about my failyness that's sure to make you re-evaluate ever coming to visit.
I was going to make mac and cheese the other day, right? Because mac and cheese is awesome and easy and should be made often. My brother had just made something that required a cookie sheet and a spatula, and left the spatula on top of the cookie sheet on top of the oven, so I just used the burner on the other side. Or. I thought I did. Fifteen minutes later, my brother announces that I'm trying to kill them all - there were flames, the entire house was filled with the smoke of a dying spatula, and my water was not boiling because I'd turned on the wrong burner.
The problem with this is that it's not the first time things like this have happened. :-/ I once blew up the microwave because I thought someone said to put a baked potato in for half an hour, not ten minutes (I was like thirteen, give me a break). I once backed into a neighbor's gas main and the fire department came and woke up the entire neighborhood at five in the morning because they thought they might have to evacuate everyone. I once turned on a light, not realizing that someone's sock (seriously though, wtf, sock) was on top of it and it started the sock on fire. The recycling bin lid fell off the bin and onto our heating grate and melted into the heater. There were flames and smoke with that one, too.
So it's not all my fault, I just seem to have a tendency to be around when things like that happen. Fire incidents aside, I have never gone camping without a tornado popping up wherever it is I'm camping (three times, but after the third time I just said fuck it and stopped going camping).
Tell me about your most faily situations so I feel less like a disaster magnet. :(