The LORD God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”
Lindsay and Ellie have been out of town all week, and last evening I realized the biblical truth about this statement. It is not only good for me, but for all the people who live in our condo building that I have a helpmate.
So last evening, I figured I would cook myself a frozen pizza. I took the box out of the freezer and set it on top of the range as I preheated the oven. While it preheated, I decided I should check in on my fantasy football team. After 10 minutes of searching for a backup quarterback, I remember saying to myself…”huh, that’s pretty amazing that the oven can get hot enough to start cooking the frozen pizza which is still in its box on top of the range.” After about 15 minutes of preheating, I thought, “Wow, the pizza really smells good and I have not even put it in the oven yet.”
Then, I got up to open the pizza box, which was strangely still cold, in the oven. As I opened the oven doors I discovered a blockage. On a baking pan sat two slices of the porkloin from my dinner three nights ago, which had been left in the oven and were now shriveled nuggets of pork.
Needless to say, I am looking forward to Ellie and Lindsay returning this evening…but I have got a quite a few “hours of power” to get this condo back to acceptability.
PS-I would like to apologize to my college roommates who I kept blaming for leaving dirty dishes in the kitchen–clearly it was me all along.
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That’s a funny story, Wes.
I bet you didn’t know I read your blog.
Haha. I knew if was you who didn’t wash the dishes. But that’s mostly because you were the only one that actually cooked. Ev’s 7-Layer bean dip doesn’t really count, and I was too busy eating chicken fingers down at Sig Ep.
Wait until 2 hours before Lindsay is set to arrive – my favourite strategy…