Ioughttamow

About, oh my a decade ago, I had what I call the toffpocalypse. I was drinking and decided to make toffee from sweetened condensed milk by boiling the cans in a pot. Well I inevitably fell asleep and woke up to the alarms in the entire apartment blaring. There was a thick smoke and the dog had pooped on the floor in fear. The cans had exploded when the water boiled away, denting the ceiling and the stove hood. I turned off the stove, opened the windows, and fanned the smoke until the alarms stopped. Luckily the building alarms had not gone off.

I had intended it to be a video gaming heavy weekend as my wife was away visiting a friend. Instead I had to use wet rags to clean toffee off of the ceiling as best as I could for all of Sunday. I did manage to mostly get it all clean. It was a good lesson to learn not to actively cook while not sober, the results could have been much worse, even fatal

I was replacing the runner lights for our stairs and was having some resistance pulling, so I tried pulling the other way. It’s currently stuck and I’ll need to take off a section of molding to push it back through. At least I did the other side correctly

I thought they didn’t want to be world cop anymore