I set the eggs in the cold water and turned on the burner..then went & sat down with Mr. B & the pups..
..I COMPLETELY forgot about the eggs..I totally for.got.
A while {turns out to be a long while} later as we sat and watched TV, we kept hearing a noise from the kitchen..
At first we thought it was Mother-in-Law Evelyn fixing a snack or something..
A while later, we heard it again, this time sort of a popping sound.
Mr. B got up to look and being curious, I followed.
When we went into the kitchen, I STILL did not remember the eggs and smelling something, thought maybe it was a case of over-cooked popcorn or something..
That's when I saw the pan on the stove..
Oh. Crap....it was the eggs
Mr. B grabbed them and there was not a speck of water and the eggs were burned. Burned. In their shells..burned..along with a relatively new sauce pan.
I fear, really fear, I am becoming one of those who's gone beyond the "I walked into the room and forgot what I came in there for" type of people.
I could have burned the house down..
I could've..I really could've...
Boy..so I feel bad..
Hopefully this scared me into being more focused..
Hopefully..so I can say, with thankfulness..
crisis averted.
-me
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