What comes after fire and flood?
I'm cursed.
Friday, I was having a very rough time of it. I wasn't sure if I'd be going into work, but, decided at the last minute that the 34 whole dollars it would get me was probably worth more than depressed simpering I'd spend the free time on. Realizing I'd only had a handful of peanuts and half a Lindt 70% cocao bar to eat the entire day (this being late afternoon), I thought throwing on some pasta would be a good idea. I put a potful of water on to boil and went downstairs to dress. Coming upstairs, I realized something was amiss. Mostly that the kitchen was full of smoke and the stove was on fire. I had just slightly overfilled the pot, which had boiled over, taking with it the layer of oil floating on top. The water had boiled off, leaving the oil coated element to flame quite impressively. (It was easily put out with a pot lid, though.)
Yesterday, I threw some clothes in the dryer, and another load into the washer. A bit later, going into the laundry room to grab something out of the dryer, I noticed the washer was draining the rinse water. It is set up to drain into the large laundry tub sink. I found myself staring at the swirling water, thinking; "Boy, it would suck if the sink ever became plugged up - it looks like the washer holds more water than the sink does." Then, "That water's getting awfully high." And. "Oh hell, the sink is plugged!" I plunged my hand in, and found a rag was blocking the drain. Not quite in time to save the floor from a wetting. And of course, our laundry room drain has a big floor mat over it, in our landlady's infinite wisdom.
So, that's fire and flood. Next I'll either get sick (plague), we'll run out of grocery money (famine) or the exiled ants with return to the kitchen (locusts).
Or maybe being hit in the breast with a box of smoked oysters counts as number three.
Friday, I was having a very rough time of it. I wasn't sure if I'd be going into work, but, decided at the last minute that the 34 whole dollars it would get me was probably worth more than depressed simpering I'd spend the free time on. Realizing I'd only had a handful of peanuts and half a Lindt 70% cocao bar to eat the entire day (this being late afternoon), I thought throwing on some pasta would be a good idea. I put a potful of water on to boil and went downstairs to dress. Coming upstairs, I realized something was amiss. Mostly that the kitchen was full of smoke and the stove was on fire. I had just slightly overfilled the pot, which had boiled over, taking with it the layer of oil floating on top. The water had boiled off, leaving the oil coated element to flame quite impressively. (It was easily put out with a pot lid, though.)
Yesterday, I threw some clothes in the dryer, and another load into the washer. A bit later, going into the laundry room to grab something out of the dryer, I noticed the washer was draining the rinse water. It is set up to drain into the large laundry tub sink. I found myself staring at the swirling water, thinking; "Boy, it would suck if the sink ever became plugged up - it looks like the washer holds more water than the sink does." Then, "That water's getting awfully high." And. "Oh hell, the sink is plugged!" I plunged my hand in, and found a rag was blocking the drain. Not quite in time to save the floor from a wetting. And of course, our laundry room drain has a big floor mat over it, in our landlady's infinite wisdom.
So, that's fire and flood. Next I'll either get sick (plague), we'll run out of grocery money (famine) or the exiled ants with return to the kitchen (locusts).
Or maybe being hit in the breast with a box of smoked oysters counts as number three.