I'm an idiot times two

While out grocery shopping with the girlfriend the other day I noticed she had written 'toilet paper' on the list of stuff we needed. I saw it and I said, "Hon, we got toilet paper the other day. Remember? We bought that Seventh Generation brand that was on close out at Ingles."

She said, "Oh I forgot we bought that."

"So we don't need to buy any today then."

She said, "Nope. I guess not."

I opened the Seventh Generation package I thought was toilet paper this afternoon. Turns out it was paper towel.

After I get back from getting a hair cut and buying toilet paper this afternoon, I cut up some lean pork and put it in a pan with a little water and some bar-B-Q sauce. I put it on to cook and then ascended to lair that holds my computer. I began reading blogs and listening to the MP3 version of the new Nick Lowe CD that my new blog pal Beth at Cup of Coffey sent me. So there I am reading your blogs and enjoying Nick when I noticed an odd smell. I ran down stairs and holy crap, there it was. I fucking burnt the pork. Some of the blame rests with you people for writing all those great posts that keep my ass glued to my chair, but I'll take the hit this time.

We'll be having vegetarian pizza tonight with a salad instead of pork bar-B-Q sandwiches and salad, but at least we won't be wiping you know where with paper towel.