As I was emptying the dryer this evening, a hook/clasp/scimitar on a bra got jabbed under my fingernail. As blood gushed out I cried out in pain. My 3 year old son, who was in the adjacent room, asked me what happened.
Never one to pass up a good pun, I said the dryer was booby trapped…
Next up is a link… to which I say, seriously? I won’t spend this much on food my entire life. I get this is like pocket change to a billionaire, but what if your chef screws up your meal? I know I’m pissed off when I overcook a $10 porterhouse or rib-eye…
Also, this thing is freaking cool… surprised it took so long for one to be developed (been thinking about it since the first DS came out).
Finally… surely, I can’t be crazy for asking for a moment of silence?
