We may have died.
Both Bill and I have headaches this evening. I took a bunch of drugs then he randomly says, "you know the gas to the stove has been on since dinner." What? I know I had it on warm to keep the soup warm, but when you take the soup off, you turn the burner off as well. "Didn't you turn it off when you put the soup up?" I ask. He says that he didn't know it was on because the burner wasn't lit, the gas was just running. Nice. Natural gas headaches, and for me, a stomach ache ta-boot.
So, we won't be on the internet tomorrow so you can't email to check on me. You might want to call to see if I died from gas inhalation in the night. Just a thought. If you care...
4 comments:
Your number is programmed to autodial first thing in the morning on my phone!
I saw you today - your fine.
But clearly I have gas inhalation because I don't know the difference between your and you're. Awesome.
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