All righty, so I'm back here with nothing to do except wait, wait for the first batch to come outta the oven. Except for the fact that I seriously do not know how to switch the oven on. I discovered this a few days ago when the mister asked would I be a darling and just switch the oven on. Of course, I said, yeah right. I spent a solid minute staring at what I know is the oven. But I couldn't put it on, because I do not know how to anyway. And although I watched, I still wouldn't be able to repeat what I saw. Terrible, this oven thing is just terrible. And I feel even more terrible especially when I see my other half scoop up the dinner tray right outta the oven, so professionally with oven gloves too. Oven gloves, I don't think they're nice. I like leather ones. But I don't think they'd do the trick when I recall my physics knowledge. That is the point, I am so armed with knowledge which I never use.
Anyway, I don't like ovens very much. They become so hot that you've got to steer clear of them. I haven't understood much of why this happens, but I'm not a glutton for some scalding burn. Now take washing machines. They're so much better, they will always have me in awe, the way I just throw everything in, and everything comes out so clean. And yes you really can wash everything in a 40 degrees if you use Ariel. Now that sounds so clever, although it's probably the only clever thing I know about housekeeping and it's not as if it hasn't come through trial and error. Fact; I will never be a good housekeeper. Fact; it doesn't bother me one bit. Fiction; I always say maybe next year. More fiction; I really want to learn but somehow I cannot. Even more fact; it's way too boring and I'm better off writing in here.
I guess I must make up for my bad attitude as regards housekeeping in something else. Fact; this is me. Take it or leave it.
Anyway, I don't like ovens very much. They become so hot that you've got to steer clear of them. I haven't understood much of why this happens, but I'm not a glutton for some scalding burn. Now take washing machines. They're so much better, they will always have me in awe, the way I just throw everything in, and everything comes out so clean. And yes you really can wash everything in a 40 degrees if you use Ariel. Now that sounds so clever, although it's probably the only clever thing I know about housekeeping and it's not as if it hasn't come through trial and error. Fact; I will never be a good housekeeper. Fact; it doesn't bother me one bit. Fiction; I always say maybe next year. More fiction; I really want to learn but somehow I cannot. Even more fact; it's way too boring and I'm better off writing in here.
I guess I must make up for my bad attitude as regards housekeeping in something else. Fact; this is me. Take it or leave it.
