Hey all...

First things first...

I must share with you that the name selected for the scooter is going to be Scarlett.  There were a couple of votes for that name and it seems to be very fitting for her.  So, I thank you and Scarlett thanks you.

Now, for today's exciting news.  It seems that last night I had one of those 'moments' that when the smoke finally clears, you just have to shake your head and wonder just what the heck fire happened.  Or in other words, just another day in the life of Snigglefritz.

Okay, now for the juicy details...

 Last night I was cooking up a storm and was in the process of making up a batch of home made mashed potatoes (straight from the box, of course) to go with the pot roast that had been simmering all day.  Anyway, as I was prep'ing the taters and wisking the gravy (because multi tasking is so much fun) I stepped over to open up a bag of seasoning that was on the counter top and va-voom!!!  Somewhere, tucked away in a dark corner beneath a kitchen cabnet, there must have been a vile creature from the deapth of hell, plotting and waiting to unleash it's horrid attack upon me.  To run out and deposit a slippery ooze from it's under belly along the kitchen floor.  Knowing that it would cause undue misfortune to me.  Or, perhaps it was an ice cube or something like that.  Anywho, as I was heading back towards the stove (can't let my gravy get lumpy, ya know) and I managed to locate this slippery substance with the bottom of my bare foot.  Zoop!!!  Like a sack of taters, down I go.  Ah, but fortunately it was a good thing that the stove was there to brake my fall.  Well, you can probably guess what happened next.  Yes, I slipped and made a boo-boo.  I did manage to do a self test of just how hot the elements get on a stove top and also was able to see just how hot bubbling water, milk and butter feels.  Yes-sir-re-bob, it hurts like the dickens.  Not only did I manage to burn my hand, I was able to take out a two quart pot of the previously mentioned mixture and splash it all over my arm and face.  Not to mention the mess on the stove and counter top that I made, but I also got my favorite t-shirt all nasty too.  Bummer.  So, I spent my dinner time with a bag of ice on my face and arm in an attempt to cool things down and I did manage to prevent most areas from getting too bad.  I think the only place that really got zapped was the palm of my hand and I can live with that for awhile. 

The silver lining in this little tale is that now tonight, I do not have to worry about cooking any dinner...because I have everything from last night left over.  Mmm-mmmm!

Now, pictures for your viewing pleasure.

Ouch...I hope you all have a smok'n...er, good day.