I'd forgotten how many brain cells that being pregnant kills.
I remember the increased clumsiness and have taken care to hold on to banisters and to watch the road carefully when I run. But how does one guard against swinging around and knocking things over? So far, it's just been water glasses and non-breakables, but I'm waiting for the day I get too close to the lit Advent candles...or set a water glass too close to the laptop...or elbow my kids hard in the head.
Oh, wait. I've already done that last one.
So, the kicker (at least I hope it's the kicker) was last night. I plugged in our deep fryer to make some french fries. Our deep fryer has a soft plastic lid that is supposed to be removed before I plug it in.
The oil heated up, I dumped in some fries, and I waited a few minutes. Then, I fished out the fries, along with some very disgusting-looking, black, stringy stuff. "What's this?" I asked Jeff.
Yep. I had forgotten to remove the soft plastic lid, and it had completely melted into the hot oil. What makes this doubly funny (or not) is that this is the second deep fryer I've destroyed. In France, I neglected to run our American one through a transformer and blew it up.
Jeff, to his credit, said nothing. He didn't even roll his eyes or shake his head.
"I guess we'll have potato chips for supper,"I said.
Sigh.
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