Saturday, April 05, 2008

Wires Crossed

Yesterday, I finished cooking dinner and was just about ready to eat. All I had to do was put the oven mitts away and get myself a Coke out of the refrigerator.


After about an hour of staring into the drawer where I keep the oven mitts, wondering why I was staring into the oven mitt drawer, I finally ate dinner.


Today I went to the refrigerator to get a chilled lamb leg, and I couldn't figure out why the oven mitts were in there. And golly, was I thirsty.




2 comments:

keysunset said...

Uh-oh, quick someone alert Rubson to put the household chemicals inside cabinets with child-proof locks.

Fortunately I'm just at the stage where my brain is in my derriere (to paraphrase Bill Cosby) so that I tend to remember what I came here for as soon as I sit down.

Gina said...

So.....did you drink the oven mitts?