In the Bible it says that woman was made to be a help-mate for man.. some days I am sure that my husband questions this point.. even back when we were dating I would take to constantly and accidentally poking him in the eye..

Oh and there was that time when he had broken his pinky toe and while we were waiting in the ER I dropped my purse on it..8O

You would almost think he would give up..

There have been days when I would have given up, I am just too wacky!  Then there was yesterday..

I was supposed to go to a knitting guild meeting last night. The meeting started at 6:30… Brian got home at 6:30.. I might have gone late seeing since I showed up at the big Christmas dinner quite late after going to the totally wrong address and having to call for directions then getting lost twice on the way after that..(see what I mean) but I decided not to go last night.. I just don’t want the reputation of always being late late late.. I would rather make an excuse for note going all together..

So I stayed home. Brian when he called before he got home was having problems.. his asthma was acting up and he sounded terrible.. then when he got home he was complaining that his chest hurt and his left arm too and he was feeling dizzy.. so that nixxed it.. there was no way I was going anywhere. So I sent him upstairs to relax and I grabbed some aspirin and the meds for the nebulizer and took them up to him.

So I figured while he was doing that I would take care of cooking the food he brought home. He had stopped at the store and gotten some fish fillets and a little bit of shrimp. I had already preheated the oven so I put the fish in and the water was boiling so I put the shrimp in.. easy as pie and I was just trying to help..

Well I heard a yelp from upstairs.. Apparently when I added the meds to the nebulizer I hadn’t quite gotten the top on right. So Brian got a face full of medicine. ACK I was just trying to be helpful!!

So I got the shrimp out cause it looked done and checked the fish everything looked fine.Then I saw that Isela sent me an IM there was a problem on the new yahoo list and so I went to take care of that.

In my travels I checked the shrimp and it wasn’t quite done so I decided to leave it in the colander and steam it a bit with some water in the pan. So I set that up, checked the fish again.. still not done.

I went upstairs to deal with the group thing on the computer up there since Azia was on the other computer and then after a bit I smelled something funny.

I came downstairs and found this..

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AHHH Then Brian came down and saw it..’ MY SHRIMP!!! yep.. so glad you stayed home to help!’

Of course the house was filling with nearly toxic fumes of burnt plastic metal and shrimp.. making his asthma worse again..

WAHHHH I was just trying to help!!:roll:


Comments

6 responses to “Help-Mate?”

  1. my mom left the spatula resting on a pan once after she had finished making something… it melted to the pan.

  2. man, I was starting to feel the heat, I thought you were going to say it was because of me…what a relief it wasn’t.

  3. Actually, the first thing I asked was “You were talking to Isela, weren’t you?”

    She just got quiet, looked down at the floor, muttered “Yes” and wouldn’t say anything other than ‘It’s not her fault” and “Go Away” for the next ten minutes.

    I do still love her very much though! 😉

  4. LizAnderson Avatar
    LizAnderson

    You are not alone Denise. Let’s leave it at that!
    After my MIL passed away, we invented a game to keep her memory alive for the kids. Whenever something falls, breaks, BURNS or goes missing for no apparant reason, we just say “it’s Grandma Connie again!”
    Feel free to use that one 😉

  5. that reminds me of the time my soon to be mother in law invited me for Sunday dinner. I could smell what I thought was a pot handle burning as I sat in the livingroom (no one was ever allowed in her kitchen!) Her daughter went out to see if everything was OK only to come back and announce that the smell was a roasted mouse! One had crawled into the oven and was cooked! Needless to say, I was a vegetarian that day! We laughed about it for a lot of years!

  6. I have the same problem. If I watch what I’m cooking closely, it doesn’t cook….but if I leave the stove for just a moment – POOF, it burns. My family loves to tell everyone that the smoke alarm is the dinner bell in our house.

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