If I saw a grown up woman (and a middle age some more) holding a sharp knife and at the same time was clumsily trying to remove a half dozen dried undergarments from little plastic hangers in the bathroom, I would have said to her, "Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?"
Unfortunately the idiot was me. Sometimes I couldn't believe half of dumb things I've done in the past. I meant really, really dumb, like one time I was trying to open my apartment door and I had the grocery bags that hung onto all my ten fingers and wet umbrella dripping with melting snow from under my arm.
In a process of turning the key, one of the bags that carried two cartons of a half gallon soy milk slipped from my fingers. To catch the slipping grocery bag, I used my right thigh to hold the bag from hitting the floor.
If somebody saw me smacking on the door with a backpack slung over my shoulder, dripping wet umbrella under my arms and gazillion shopping bags hanging from my ten fingers, they thought I was making out with a door.
Last Sunday after I got home from the gym, I decided to take a bubble bath. I ran the bath and started to prepare my dinner. I wanted to have something simple, healthy and delicious. I took out three sweet potatoes, one each of red and green bell pepper and a whole large sweet onion. My plan was to toss the sliced ingredients with cayenne pepper, ground ginger, a little salt, a half teaspoon of ground cardamom and olive oil. Put them in a deep pan and bake for about 30 minutes.
I was half way of chopping the sweet potatoes when I went to the bathroom to pour some bath salts. Then I noticed my undergarments on those little plastic hangers lined up on a shower curtain rod were already dried. With the knife in one hand, I tried to pull each pantie from a little clips on both side of the hanger.
As I was struggling to pull the clip I realized I was looking up at the sharp knife at 30 degree angle, less than 14 inches from my face.
'What in heaven name am I doing?" I lowered the knife and went back to the kitchen.
I'm sure my mother didn't drop me on my head when I was a baby.
Lallalalala..
Posted by: Mutiara | April 04, 2008 at 11:07 PM
Oooh K.Ana, I'm just like you! :)
Yes it's dangerous so you better be careful ok? (well that's a reminder to myself too)
Posted by: Frankensteina | April 02, 2008 at 09:19 PM