Some days are better than others

Maybe I can blame this on the cat. He was pretty pissed off that he couldn't go back outside after his supper (as if that's a new rule!). We forgot to keep an eye on the little bugger and maybe you can guess what he did . . . again



You think part of this roll can be salvaged?



I think he may have missed that last sheet that's glued to the core.

What makes it hard is we secretly think this is really funny, because we imagine him lashing his tail and thinking, "I'll show them! When I get done with their toilet paper, they'll mew like kittens and beg for mercy! HA, HA, HA, HA..."

I was cooking when this happened, and I was in sort of a hurry, because we wanted to go to a movie. Let's say the cat distracted me, ok, because what happened next was just so completely stupid, I can't believe I did it all by myself.

See, I had onions and mushrooms sauteeing in one pan; the turkey cutlets were browned and lounging casually nearby, and there was this great big ceramic casserole on another burner, ready to saute the rice a bit and then combine everything, right? I looked down into the casserole and thought, "Hunh! That looks hot."

Ok, you're not going to believe this, but I then - oh, yes! - reached into the casserole and touched the bottom - really fast, because just as four of my fingertips touched the ceramic, it occurred to me that the reason it looked so hot was because it really, really was.

There was this tiny Pffffffttt! as flesh met searing pan. My fingertips were a funny shade of white, and after I ran cold water over them for 5 minutes, they felt fine, but sort of like they had white glue dried on them. No pain - none at all!

I know this isn't a good picture, but here's what the bottom of the pan looked like:



There were parts of four fingerprints in that casserole. You can pretend to see the two biggest ones.

I'm really not sure what more to say about all this. Was it a bad day or a good one?