I’d say that the highlight of today was probably me burning down Bill’s kitchen.
After Bill’s frustrations of his working day were dispersed playing Yahoo! Towers with his mad hooing skeelz we decided to spend the evening with Quince playing frisbee.
Quince looked like he needed the exercise.
I fixed up a quick egg and chicken salad to munch on before we went, changed into my nice new running around togs (thanks Bill) then Bill rounded Quince and I up and drove over to a nearby Middle School where we could race about with the dawg and chuck the frisbee at each other to our heart’s content.
Quincy amused himself by rolling around in the freshly cut grass and coolly ignoring any incoming missiles flung in his direction from a wicked Bill.
Discovered I could indeed still perform cartwheels and arab springs, as could Bill. Go us.
Got very icky and stinky running around chasing the frisbee under Bill’s scrutinous eye and my throwing got more and more girly. Drat.
Much fun was had frolicking in the field and we decided we ought to go cool off with a delicious frozen coffee sat outside the coffee shop in East Atlanta Village so that Quince could join us on the pavement. Sat and watched a couple of people stop to talk and cosy up to Quince before walking on by, paying us no heed, and a touch of colourful road rage at the junction.
Didn’t have anything else to do that evening so we thought we would go over to Borders and get a DVD to watch. Strolled around and picked out a couple of films (Tampopo and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels), wandered around the music section and lazily browsed the art books before moseying back to the car.
Also needed a nice cool bottle of Coke to go with our popcorn to accompany the film, so dropped by Buddy’s on the way home. That’s a little convenience store, Bill actually decided he didn’t want to go to Publix this evening, so drove to Publix, remembered he didn’t want to go there, careened straight through the store’s parking lot and drove onwards to Buddy’s. Heh. Silly Bill.
Finally got home, and the stray looking dog (that could belong to next door but we’re not too sure) came pelting over to us wanting some attention. Bill fed him some of Quincy’s biscuits a while ago and the dog seems to love him forever for that. Gave the dawg a shock when Quince emerged from the car, those two just seem to keep their distance.
Bill then unlocked the front door and was greeted by a wave of smoke and a horrible burning smell. Oh crap! He raced into the house, (never seen him move so fast,not even on the courts) and into the kitchen. With a sick feeling I then remembered that our egg and chicken salad earlier had been lacking in the egg department. They were still in the pan and I’d left them boiling on full heat on the stove. Ooops?
We were very lucky indeed, and the only thing really destroyed was the eggs. However, as only the day before I had attempted to take the saucepan from the heat and set fire to the teatowel I think Bill is correct to be somewhat concerned.