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How NaBloPoMo Almost Killed Thanksgiving

November 23rd, 2007

It’s true.  NaBloPoMo almost destroyed my Thanksgiving.  Yesterday morning, after putting our mac & cheese into the oven to bake, Brian ran upstairs to take a shower leaving me with instructions to check on it once the timer went off.  Sure, I said, and sat down at my computer to start sifting through the hundreds of unread blogs in my Bloglines account.  You see, this posting every day business, which has been taken up by so many of the bloggers I read, puts quite a strain on the ol’ Bloglines so I try to get through as many as I can when I have a few minutes to sit down.  Ashok was sleeping, I was dressed and ready to leave for the family dinner.  What else was there to do?

Thirty minutes later, Brian came screaming down the stairs, asking me loudly exactly what it was that I was doing.  I snapped out of my internet-induced stupor, ran out to the living room and found most of the downstairs full of smoke.  Not only had I not heard that timer at all, the mac & cheese had bubbled over, dripping onto the bottom of the oven, the drippings burned, etc, etc.  Luckily, the mac & cheese was fine (actually, it was great-we polished the leftovers off today) but I am still responsible for cleaning the oven.

My next ditz move happened soon thereafter and unfortunately, I can’t blame this one on an internet phenomenon.  We got out to my sister-in-law’s house in Riverside and as we were unloading Ashok and the food out of the car, Brian said, “Oh, don’t forget your keys.”  They were sitting on top of the car, I always put them there when taking Ashok in and out of the car to avoid leaving them inside the car and somehow inadvertently locking him inside (not that that’s ever happened….).  I stopped and stared at them for a moment, trying to comprehend how they got there and just then Brian realized, “Have they been up there since we left home?”  Uh, yes.  I put my keys on top of the car outside our house and since Brian drove and we used his keys, I never noticed that I didn’t have them.  60 minutes and 4 freeways later, they were still there.  Unbelievable.  Somehow they got wedged into a groove in the top of the car and never got dislodged.  Now there’s something to be thankful for.

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