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Deaf. And Evidently Dumb, TooIf I get much more fallible, I don’t know what to expect next. Here’s the deal: I am FOREVER giving my husband little pointers on how not to burn the house down (Don’t walk away from the stove when you’re cooking! Pull the toaster out from the “alliance garage” thingie when you’re toasting! Never lay a potholder or a dishtowel on the stovetop!) He tends to be scatterbrained and I am trying to help him get into the kind of good habits that might save our lives in our doterage. By the way, I just googled doterage to make sure I spelled it correctly. Guess what? Fallible.com appears NUMBER FOUR in among all the tens of thousands of websites using the word! Wait a minute---there are only 71 occurrences of the word doterage on the entire WORLD WIDE WEB? That can’t be right! DOTERAGE is an excellent word, and should be used by SOMEONE besides ME! I hope that if someone else uses the word doterage, she does it in a way that can save my sorry behind, for you see, I’ve got nothing on poor Doug. I did the DUMBEST thing imaginable for a mostly deaf person. I put a dozen eggs in a pan of water, set the pan on the stove to boil, and walked away. OF COURSE I set the stove’s timer, because that’s what intelligent people do, right? Even though I NEVER forget that I’ve put something on the stove, I would never risk my home, my body, or for that matter my EGGS by not setting the timer. But then I went into the other room, sat down to finish crocheting a baby blanket I’m making for my niece, and TURNED ON THE TV---something I never do in the middle of the day. That must have been some compelling television, not that I could have heard the timer even in the absence of the TV. But I’ll tell you what I did hear! Gunfire!!! I am alone in the house, and I thought for sure someone had broken in and started shooting even before they located me down the hall. It only took several seconds for this illogical idea to cause me to move on down the line thought-wise. And suddenly I heard myself exclaim “EGGS!” Let me just say that if you’ve never heard and watched a pan full of eggs EXPLODE, you’ve had an uneventful life. Now, HOW will I explain all this *ahem* excitement to Doug? In spite of the lessons on fire safety I’ve tried my darndest to share with him, I’ve pulled the craziest trick yet. Knowing him, he’ll take it in stride. He’ll probably get a good chuckle out of it, and he sure won’t make me feel any worse about the situation than I already do. What can I say? The guy dotes on me.
Posted by Katy McKenna on 06/04 at 11:11 AM
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