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clevermanka) wrote2012-02-07 08:14 am
clevermanka) wrote2012-02-07 08:14 am
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Are you sure nobody is filming this?
I've been forgetting to get a chicken out of the chest freezer in the garage. Chicken removal must occur about four days in advance of when I want to cook the chicken, because they take forever to thaw. When I got home from acupuncture, I was wiped out (crazy intense session last night), but I made myself slog out to the garage to get a damn chicken.
I opened the freezer and smelled meat. Not spoiled, but there was a definite smell of meat (like at the butcher counter of the grocery). Most of the contents were thawing, and all the ice build-up had fallen to the bottom of the freezer. I gave myself thirty seconds to cuss and despair, then started carrying meat into the house. Once everything that wasn't still rock solid was in the kitchen fridge (ironically, this included the chicken), I pulled the freezer away from the wall and followed the cord to the outlet. Where it wasn't plugged in. Something else was plugged in.
What. The. Fuck. I Have. No. Idea.
Can I tell you how lucky I am that I didn't remove the chicken last Friday, when I planned to? If the stuff in the freezer had waited another day, I would have lost hundreds of dollars worth of meat. As it is, I just have a few days of Serious Cooking Time ahead of me to get all of this made up into some sort of food so I can put it back in the freezer. Which, please god won't get unplugged again.
At this point, I'm wondering what other minor tragedy is coming down the pike. I hope whatever it is, it doesn't involve the Chevelle.
I opened the freezer and smelled meat. Not spoiled, but there was a definite smell of meat (like at the butcher counter of the grocery). Most of the contents were thawing, and all the ice build-up had fallen to the bottom of the freezer. I gave myself thirty seconds to cuss and despair, then started carrying meat into the house. Once everything that wasn't still rock solid was in the kitchen fridge (ironically, this included the chicken), I pulled the freezer away from the wall and followed the cord to the outlet. Where it wasn't plugged in. Something else was plugged in.
What. The. Fuck. I Have. No. Idea.
Can I tell you how lucky I am that I didn't remove the chicken last Friday, when I planned to? If the stuff in the freezer had waited another day, I would have lost hundreds of dollars worth of meat. As it is, I just have a few days of Serious Cooking Time ahead of me to get all of this made up into some sort of food so I can put it back in the freezer. Which, please god won't get unplugged again.
At this point, I'm wondering what other minor tragedy is coming down the pike. I hope whatever it is, it doesn't involve the Chevelle.
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BUT YOU CAUGHT IT IN TIME!!!
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If it's a two-fer outlet, I'd suggest a power strip in the second and a NO ONE unplugs ANYTHING rule.
oh and congrats on the recent acquisition!
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Hold off on those congrats until it arrives....
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Okay, I take it back ;)
It would be funny to have a screech alarm if the power to it gets interrupted.. that'll learn 'em!
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I'd label it with a "If you unplug this and ruin our food, you pay for our food" sign.
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