Yesterday, after slicing up the second electric cord and stealing and breaking the neighbors mower, I started cooking dinner for Prof. If I was a food blogger, you would all be drooling right now. I made salad, homemade pizza with pesto, farm-stand tomatoes, artichokes and roasted red peppers. And grilled veggies on the side.
Except, that, for some reason, the grill got really cold halfway through cooking the zukes and squash. Prof was supposed to be in charge of grilling. "Dude! Don't you know how to use a grill?"
Well, that wasn't the problem.
The problem was that i haven't replaced the gas since I bought the grill. Two years ago. Stinkin' canister was empty. Isn't the gas canister like an Everlasting Gobstopper? You mean, I have to like, replace it?!
So much for grilled veggies. I thought very hard about sending Prof to Blowe's to get more gas, and an extension cord while he was at it, but thought better of it. I was the moron - why should he suffer? (being with me is punishment enough)
I truly felt like an idiot. I seriously couldn't get anything right yesterday.
But, clearly, I couldn't really do anything right today either. I got home and there was a pile of cat poo in the living room (arlo) and a pile in the dining room (leroy). Somewhere in the chaos of yesterday, the basement door got closed - cutting off the cat's access to their litter boxes.
One thing went right though. I caught the neighbors outside with their (very chubby) baby - I cooed at it (to butter them up) then told them the story of the mower. They laughed their assess off. Then discovered that their dog had gotten into the diaper genie and there was human poo all over the baby's room.
In retrospect, maybe I'm not such a big moron after all.