Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Good News, Bad News

The good news is that my cell phone still works and that I am fine. The bad news is that the orange coat is apparently flammable. And stinky while burning. Burning with the phone and me inside it. This peanut-sauced chicken whose burner set me on fire had better be worth it. [Edited to add: Yes, yes, it was.]


Blogger Lee said...

Nothing worse than a burnt cellphone. Trust me.

1/10/2006 07:15:00 PM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

Why are you cooking in your orange jacket? Or are you joining the bridge hobos for an al fresco goumanderie?

1/10/2006 09:05:00 PM  
Blogger dailydiablogger said...

I think Katherine's comments really made the whole post.

1/10/2006 10:10:00 PM  
Blogger Ted said...

I was going to make a comment about why anyone would wear an orange jacket ever, but then I looked at how my shirt matches my pants like pumpkin matches algebra, so I decided to can the snarky comment.

My stomach is growling for peanut-sauced chicken.

1/11/2006 09:35:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I have the orange jacket because the Butcher went through a period where he was only wearing orange clothes. Don't bother to ask, I don't know why. Anyway, the orange jacket is the only or was the only thing left from that time period (aside from his killer orange Doc Martens) and I wear it to walk the dog or if I have to meet with someone who doesn't know what I look like. I just tell them to look for the orange coat.

Anyway, I came home yesterday and the neighbor dog was out in our yard and so I thought I'd get some rice started before I ran Mrs. Wigglebottom out. I got the rice boiling and was looking for the lid and when I went to rummage through the upper cabinet--voila! I was slightly on fire and the jacket and my cell phone were attempting to melt together.

But you know, as alarming as the incident was, the chicken was well worth it.

1/11/2006 12:54:00 PM  

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