I strode purporsefully toward the stove, a medium sized bag of frozen chicken stir fry held in my hot little hands. As I reached the row of tiles in front of the large stainless steel appliance I heard a very loud KABOOOOM!
I whirled around and stared at the fridge. Had I dropped something? Did something heavy fall off the counter? Turning back around I looked at the oddly darkened stove. The microwave was blank. The overhead fan whirred to a staop.
"GOD FRICKIN' BLESS IT! THE MOTHERF'N POWER IS FRIGGIN' OUT AGAIN?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE FRICKIN' KIDDING ME!!!" On and on I raged as I tossed my packed of chicken and veggies back into the warming freezer and stamped out to the garage, keys held in my cold hands.
I pushed the button to open the garage before remebering that it won't work without electricity. I opened the car door, tossed in my purse and keys and stomped to the large door. I yanked on the red string that dangled from the ceiling with enough force that I feared for a moment that I would accidentally rip off the entire garage door. I then yanked on the inside handle with all my might all the while cursing and stomping like a deranged person.
But can you really blame me? CAN YOU? This is where you all shake your head encouragingly at your monitor, k?
On a better note - I've read the last Harry Potter book ever. I'm happy to have been able to read it and sad it's over. Anyone else read it? Email me your thoughts: email@example.com!