Thank goodness I’m married to the one person in the world, who at the edge of apocalype – if such would occur – would stay calm and make it all better.
Her beautiful Art Deco (Nouveau? Somewhere in there) teakettle caught fire on the stove. She used a whole fire extinguisher to put it out. Until replaced (at the Factory Outlet Mall in Niagara Falls where we got it), we can use MY TEAKETTLE. That’s right mow-foes – I got me one for Xmas. And it’s shaped like a chicken. My wife remembered my admiring her Aunt Butchie’s years ago (and I had forgotten), so she got me one. Not a gift one would expect from a wife. Sort of like buying here a screwdriver or something. But I LIKE it.
Anyway, I came home to all this after bringing home (in my truck of course) our Brand New Fridge! Four feet chest, 15 cubic feet of serious chillin’. Only big enough if a midget p*sses me off, but it will fit the rest of the half-pig the Ritchies gave us hands down.