Atomictumor

We have this retangular stoneware baking sheet for our toaster oven that’s really handy. It’s great for fixing single or double servings of late night snacks like tater tots, pizza, or tasty chicken nuggets.

The trouble is that a sticky honey-like substance has appeared on the underside of the sheet. This stuff is impossible to clean off. Hot water, soapy suds, Bar Keeper’s Friend could not even do away with it. It’s as if the golden ooze is able to self-replicate.

I asked the Missus the other day if she’d notice this golden ooze. She had noticed it and made a staggering suggestion as to its origin.

“This might disgust you,” she said, “but I believe it’s those chicken nuggets of yours.”

“Arrggg,” I wailed, “not the nuggets!”

“I’m afraid so,” she went on, “I first noticed that golden ooze after you started heating those nuggets up.”

-sigh-

That means no more Tyson Chicken Nuggets for me. Stupid modern prepackaged food.

I woke up this morning to the ‘Tumor being down, and get home to the water being out.

Evidently, Oak Ridge’s finest (utility workers) have successfully dug a big hole.

At 11, on my lunch break, the dude said the outage would be for an hour, but apparently they’ve had problems, because checking now, its still out.  I walked out to casually inquire as to when I may flush (currently in “let it mellow” mode, but with Pigpen around, may quickly escalate to “flush it down” urgency), and all the workers casually rabbited as I approached, fleeing behind the neighbors house, and peeking around the corner cautiously.

They are industrious, but timid.

And thats OK.  We don’t need water, we’ve evolved beyond that.  We have beer.  And while beer can’t flush your toilet, well, we have cat litter.

I was outside just now, getting ready for the big get together later today, when I heard this flat crashing sound come from behind me. It sounded just like a bag of trash hitting the ground. So when I turned around there was a Wendy’s bag busted across the drive way. I’m going out there as soon as I finish this post to clean the mess up.

Last week we went up to Cedar Hill Park so the kids could run around a bit. I’ve always sworn by that park, even when some other Tumorites disparaged it. No, Cedar Hill is good, I’d say, because it’s got big Oak trees and a small field. It’s got a castle sized play structure. Wow.

Then about a year ago I found a condom. Yep.

Used.

Broken glass, too.

But I didn’t give up on Cedar Hill until last week. That was when we found two condoms, wrappers and an assortment of trash. This is disgusting.

Highland View is now my park of choice.

So, I’m hearing we have a water main break in Oak Ridge, off Lafayette today.

So, conserve.  We might have to start eating each other if this keeps up…

Fetus in fetu.
And AT was bitching cuz I hadn’t written a post in a week…