This day, I cannot even tell you.
It was my first day back to work after a couple of days out due to one of the horrible creeping-crud-unidentified viruses going around. So, you know, a fair amount of "ack, halp, reschedule!" all over the place.
I was, however, VERY proud of myself, because I got up early and managed to get a nice smoky bean and beef chili into the slow cooker (chipotle peppers, mmmm....) before heading out to catch the bus.
.... of course, when I finally made it home, Intrepid Roommates informed me that I had neglected to plug in
said slow cooker.
She had turned it up on high once she got home, but we were both a leeeeeeeettle bit uneasy....
Me: I'm .... just gonna call my mother. Hi, Mom? Is this the Virginia Cooking Hotline, food safety division? Uh-huh. Well, see... uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay, then?d_ragondaughter
: What's the verdict.
Me: We've basically ended up with the Death Stew of Deadly Death in there.
Did I mention the part where the traffic was completely nightmarish due to an 18-wheeler running into a highway sign, thereby shutting down one of the main commuting highways for ALL of rush hour? Took her two hours to drive what normally takes 20 minutes; the bus ride was insane (not even counting the bit where I caught a bus that then proceeded to sit there for fifteen minutes due to...scheduling, I guess? I don't even know).
Considering that her day started out by falling down the stairs, I'm thinking this day overall is just fired. Possibly out of a canon.