My Friend Liz Says It's Karma. I Sure Hope She's Wrong.

I'd be in big trouble if this was Karma makin' it's rounds to kick my pyro fanny. 'Cause if that were the case, then we are only just beginning. I used to burn a lot of stuff.

Yes. This is what happened today. I am sick. So I pretty much puttered around the house all morning in my PJ's. I fed Addy lunch, chicken fingers (and some fruit and veggies). When she was done, I put her little be-hiney in the play room and turned on Dora. Then I decided I should probably go take a shower. So I did.

Just as I was stepping out of the shower, Addy came in and took my hand and said, "Mommy it won't come out!" I asked her what wouldn't come out. She said, "COME SEE! IT WON'T COME OUT!" It sounded pretty serious, and serious with this girl is actually really serious, so I wrapped a towel around myself and followed her. To the kitchen. Where there was black smoke coming out of the microwave. Oh yeah. She had decided she wanted another chicken finger. So she got one out of the freezer, put it on her plate that already had ketchup on it, and put it in the microwave for who knows how long. It was still cooking when I got there.

Uhmmm, yeah. I threw open all the doors and windows and turned on all the fans and waited for the smoke alarms to go off. Because there was a lot of smoke. Everywhere. Guess what? Not one alarm went off. So I started looking at my smoke detectors way up on the ceiling. Nice. They still have the little plastic bags over them to keep out the construction dust. I guess we should take those off.

Oh please. Don't let it be Karma.