I did something dumb…

I did something really dumb tonight. I like to think of myself as relatively intelligent. It’s true my Logic professor (who kindly gave me a special final test because I hadn’t known I could bring my book to the final – corrected my test and then looked me in the eyes and said, “I hope you’re not planning on becoming a Logician?”.) I didn’t need a sarcastic Mensa candidate to tell me I wasn’t destined to hang out with Isaac Newton (though I do finally understand the law of gravity and I did have to figure that one out on my own (nothing falls…it’s pulled). I had to wrack my brains for weeks to get that one. I blame my high school science teacher who I clearly remember saying the objects ‘fell’ and hit the earth at the same time. But that’s not my story today. I didn’t climb onto my roof and fall and break my arm proving the law of gravity. No, I went into my kitchen and tried to cook myself some dinner.

So there I was in the kitchen listening to Katie Melua on my headphones and I decide I was going to have some chicken pasta. Simple. The chicken was cooked. All I had to do was boil the pasta, chop up the chicken and heat it with the sauce. While boiling the water in the kettle, I measured out my pasta and then poured the boiled water into the pan…and turned on the gas stove. I stood there waiting for the water in the pan to start boiling. It seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time, but I had my music so I wasn’t bothered. I noticed the (closed) kitchen started smelling strange, but I didn’t think anything of it. It was nearly five minutes later and the water in the pan still hadn’t come to a boil. I was in an easy mood. I was happy to wait. The smell in the kitchen became more pronounced. It was starting to interfere with my music. Suddenly, my brain comprehended that there were no flames under the pot on the stove. I rushed to turn on the fire (standing way back). Turning on the fan I got OUT of the kitchen. I could have become a Darwin award winner! How long did it take me to figure out my water wasn’t boiling…that I was gassing myself? Nearly ten minutes. That is SO DUMB! Due to my latest dumb episode my IQ is probably lower than it was this morning. At least I didn’t accidentally kill myself. My husband might have been accused of gassing me for my life insurance. We can hear him now, “I found her there in the kitchen on the floor…honestly, that bump on the head must have come when she fell over…I didn’t kill her…I loved her, but she was really that dumb!” What’s the dumbest thing you’ve done this week? Don’t leave me dumb alone!