Today it was a Pop Tart. For some reason, the silly old fellow put one in the toaster, and one in the microwave. And turned both of the machines on high for two minutes, and left.
I had gone to meditate in my office annex, and when I got back, the whole floor had a pall of smoke clinging to the ceiling and the worst burnt smell I have ever come across up here, and that's saying something, given his proclivity for putting things like paper in the toaster oven.
I'm finding it very difficult right now to respect my elders, and those who hold alternative political viewpoints to my own.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 4, 2007 02:26 PMMaybe you could talk him into giving cooking lessons for Eldest girl? I can see an HGTV slot opening up for them, kind of like Regis and Kellie for the burnt crowd.
Posted by: Marc V at May 4, 2007 02:40 PMI'd rather he just STOP BURNING STUFF RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR!!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 4, 2007 02:43 PMIf he's busy at HGTV, then he's out of your air.
[I don't suppose you could do the old standby prank of lighting a bag of poop on his doorstep, ring the bell and run? It could be funny but he may not get the intended message. Plus it wouldn't be all that mature ...]
Posted by: Marc V at May 4, 2007 02:55 PMWell, it's not the immaturity of it that's holding me back, it's the fact that it would be one MORE thing burning around here.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 4, 2007 03:12 PM