NO, MY FRYING PAN WAS THE FIRE!
In in blog #29 I told you about my ADHD and the roll it plays in my goofy life. So, my children were (and still are) used to my “weirdness” and mostly took (and still take) it in stride. At one time in my life I used to burn up at least one frying pan a month.
One day, while I was cooking dinner the phone rang.
One day, while I was cooking dinner the phone rang.
My young daughter (about 5th grade) answered it and, matter of fact type voice said, “Mother can’t come to the phone right now. She's busy burning dinner.”
She listened for a minute and then said, “Hey, Mom, come talk to Carol. I’ll burn dinner for you.”
When I put the receiver to my ear all I could hear was hysterical laughter coming from my best friend, Carol.
(FYI: another fire related blog is #32 and several future blogs. :)
(FYI: another fire related blog is #32 and several future blogs. :)
kt 2011
