I'm a Smart Person . . .

I'm a smart person.  I wouldn't think of leaving a pot of beans on the stove to boil over.  No, I would sensibly adjust the knob to at least medium low.  See how smart I am?

This afternoon, the computer grabbed me into its crafty clutches.  I realized this after 30 minutes of negligent bean duty when the most shrill siren blaring, nearly knocked me off my chair.  I was dazed and confused.  I had never heard such an unfriendly noise before, especially in the house!.  I collected all my reasonable thoughts, which took me about a full minute, and made my way upstairs; still wondering if I was in the twilight zone.  Half way up, I remembered . . . the beans!  I'm going to see flames for sure!  With all that racket, it had to be bad!  I was relieved to find the pot only engulfed in white smoke, as the sorry beans hissed at me from dehydration.  I hurried it outside to be left  on a patio chair.  Problem solved?  NO!

I called my hero husband from a back room (as if he would never hear the commotion) and again, he saved the day.  If I opened all the windows and doors, the alarm would shut itself off.  Luckily I never knew that (because I'm so smart)!  It didn't take long for the alarm to die out..  It also didn't take long for me to realize that just because my shriveled beans were outside, that didn't mean the neighborhood had no idea what was going on at our house.  Now, every dog has a head ache, and  all my neighbors know that the Clawsons probably won't be having beans for dinner.  I changed candles and am making believe it will make a difference when piano kids come this afternoon.  Except, after about an hour, the smell now resembles cigar smoke.  That'll make 'em wonder.  . . .

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It's the next day . . ..
As piano kids filed in yesterday, I was first to apologize for the lingering smell; except for one kid who, before I could explain, went right to the treat box, convinced  it smelled  like chocolate.  Everyone also had a story, maybe just to make me feel better because they felt sorry for me.  Poor mindless Mrs. Clawson.  Randy walked in last night at 8:00.  Six hours and a house full of open windows later, the look on his face was apparent.  He also tried to make me feel better; but it wasn't very convincing, as his eyes welled up with smoke filled tears.  The smell lingered like a cloud, inside and around me all night.  It's been almost 24 hours.  The house has been scoured, and here I sit with a smokey burned bean head ache.  At the computer!

But I'm smarter than that!
Out'a here!

 In honor of Valentines Day

Marriage is like music

Both are playing different

 instruments and different parts,

but as long as you're playing

 from the same sheet music,

you can create something

 beautiful.

 

"Who Is This?!"

Dear Son in Laws,
The air conditioning guy, carrying a loaded tool box like it was a basket of feathers,  paid me a scheduled visit this morning.  (We still get warranty calls about every 6 months.)  I never know who will show up; it's always someone different than before, so I am always cautious when I'm alone.  He was a big dude with short light hair, blue eyes, clear skin, and about your ages.  We visited about the units and he went about his business to check things out.
After a few minutes I heard him come upstairs and in an excited voice say, "Who is this?!"  I turned around to see him close to frantically pointing to a photo of you on the shelf against the stairs.  I proudly informed him it was my son in law, expecting to hear of his knowing you.  And since he was so interested, I went on to give him your whole name, upon which he almost didn't believe me.  He was a little disappointed to learn your photo was not Tom Cruise . . .   As he puttered out the front door, shaking his head in disbelief, I heard his voice fade out again and again, "He looks just like Tome Cruise!  He looks just like Tom Cruise!" 
I wandered over to the shelf to see for myself and realized he was pointing to the other  of you than I had originally thought.   
To one of you,  you are our new claim to fame Tom Cruise-look-alike-son in law. . . to the other, this dude now knows your full name . . . Walk softly and carry a bigger toolbox!