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Sometimes I feel like I live in a frat house
Is it time for me to be in Mexico yet???
Seriously, after the near explosion on Saturday night I didn’t think it could get much worse, but I was wrong. Sunday night I opened up the freezer and found three bottles of beer in there — two of them had exploded. You know, I thought I heard something pop around 7 a.m. in the area of the kitchen while I was watching the mens final of the Australian Open. Next time I’ll know to check for beer in the freezer.
While the temp of the beer, which was all over the door to my freezer by the way, wasn’t 350 degrees, it was a sticky gooey mess. When I questioned my husband about the beer, he said, “Oh yeah, I forgot I put those in there.” You don’t say.
Then our funnel has gone missing. Poof. Vanished. So we were left to our own devices to transfer one gallon of vegetable oil from the 8 qt. stock pot back into the plastic jug. My husband poured it into a 4 cup glass measuring cup, then he carefully poured from the measuring cup into the plastic jug. I don’t know what in the hell happened, but I left the kitchen and when I came back he had somehow poured three cups of vegetable oil all over the kitchen counter and onto the floor.
And that is why I sometimes feel like I live in a frat house!! (The locks on the pantry door and the fridge don’t help)
I haven’t even told you about how the neighbor kid decided to crawl over our cedar fence and got stuck. I looked out my bedroom window to find her dangling upside down by her boot, which was wedged in between two slats. Zoe was standing on the other side of the fence trying to help her. She’s okay, and I can’t believe that she didn’t break her ankle. I was out of my mind running from my bedroom to the garage door where I could access her from the side of the fence she was hanging from, screaming the whole way to my husband: “OH MY GOD!!! GET IN THE BACKYARD NOW!!!!!!!”
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Ok, I can just see you freaking out about the neighbor girl. You should have let her hang there for a bit.
Holy cow…you’ve had some serious messes the past few days. Enough is enough huh?
Okay, I saw the title of this post, and did a double-take. I did a post just the end of last year entitled “Running a frat house.” (See http://hillsmithfamily.wordpress.com/2007/12/08/running-a-frat-house/ if you are interested…)
My boys picked up the mess, though. Too funny on the neighbor kid stuck in the fence! At least it may have discouraged her from ever becoming one of those criminals that comes down your chimney!