13 hours ago
Monday, January 11, 2010
Inside Screams Hurt
I'm not talking about screaming inside your car or house, more like keeping a scream inside of you simultaneously when your mouth, tongue and vocal cords are straining to have a normal voiced conversation. Because sometimes screaming at people just doesn't help with the cause of getting your point across in the most effective manner. You're wondering who I wanted to scream at, now? This time, two people. One Dad and one Mrs. Jude.
They are in a conspiracy to burn the house down.
Over the weekend Mrs and I were out for a while and when we came back home Dad was just leaving the kitchen with food stashed in his hand. I immediately smelled something burning and went into my fire safety check out mode and found a melted clear plastic container of the last few slices of pound bread on top of the toaster oven.
How my Dad did not see that something was on the toaster oven when he decided to cook his english muffin is beyond me. This isn't the first time this has happened either.
Why Mrs. WIFE still puts shit on top of the toaster oven is in the same category as the above.
Inside of me is screaming like a fucking banchee yet I used all of my sane resources and communication skills I've acquired to calmly yet with some passion ask both to be more aware and careful.
I then double checked the fire extinguisher, did the release, tilt upside down, placed it back in it's right full container, texted Dawg for the correct ratio of bailey's, kahlua and milk then proceeded to have three drinks. If there's a next time, you all will hear me.
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