I admit, housework is not my favorite thing. But I think housework downright hates me!
Let’s see, in the past 2 years, I’ve had:
- a vacuum blow-up in smokes, literally! My neighbor had to come and help me contain the fire…
- a lighter explode into smithereens front of me while I was grilling…
- hot water suddenly bubble up and explode onto my face while I was opening the microwave.
Holy cow! I suddenly feel like Stephanie Plum!
I wasn’t even attempting anything fancy. I just wanted to boil some water to make instant oatmeal so I can have a quick breakfast before going to the Annie Leibowitz exhibit. So I put water in a pyrex measuring cup, and set the microwave for two minutes. Impatient person that I am, I stopped the nuke machine with 30 seconds to go. I opened the door, and as I was about to reach for the cup, the water bubbled up and splashed all over, getting me square in the forehead, and along my nose. Ouch! Thank God it wasn’t boiling! Dude, you think David will let me use these incidents as evidence that I should not be doing housework? 
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