In case  you were wondering, broil = flames. I bought some lovely lamb  chops, scalloped taters and asparagus for dinner. I was so excited. I read the instructions on the lamb. (big mistake!) I put the oven on Broil. Fire detector went off - house filled with smoke that burned the eyes and nose - I dealt with the detector and went to see what all the smoke was about. (the smoke had just started at this point and was building momentum as I crossed the kitchen to the stove. I peered through the glass and saw..... FLAMES! I did grab the fire extinguisher, but never needed it. I turned the oven off, opened all the doors, took the cats outside for some air and sat on the back step with a beer while the smoke cleared. Those were some really freakin' awesome lamb chops! Yummy. They actually turned out perfectly! I finally got to eat MEAT! RAWR!

I made fire. I had tasty lamb. Fun! Sorry about the title - I was watching the Simpson's and Bart went to a rap concert! lol Step off! ha ha ha Funny, the house smells like a restaurant (the kind with a grill).

The tap in the basement bathroom has been dripping constantly for months. Over the last few days, the dripping has turned into a steady stream. I've decided to take the matter into my own hands. I'm off to the hardware store for a universal washer kit, an O-ring and some silicone grease! Oh, and no butt-crack is involved in the repair of this bathroom faucet. I promise!

UPDATE:

Faucet is fixed. No more drippy drippy. Done! How awesome am I? ROOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!

Well, let's see. I suppose you have to have watched SurvivorMan to get this post... He's on the OLN (Outdoor Life Network).

Day 6

I awoke very tired this morning as I woke up 3 times through the night. Not a very fitful sleep.

Morning: Did a little weeding and pulling out little tree-lings. No more trees! They are really sprouting up everywhere. Did dishes. Went to grocery store and bought a 12 kg pail of cat litter with my handy shopping tote. Changed both boxes. Pink loves me again. Brushed Pink. Put garbage and yard waste out (including about 10 bundles of twigs and branches).

Went to work. Walked to the subway station (20 minute walk) because there was nary a streetcar in site.

Tonight: Picked  up my newly hemmed pants and bought groceries. Mowed the lawn. A man across the street enjoyed watching me trying to start the mower. Ours is gas and it didn't feel like starting. My first few attempts with the pull cord, I'll admit were lame. Once I figured out the cord was longer, I started givin' 'er. I talked her (the mower) into starting for me. I very proudly mowed the small strip of grass in the front (since the lawn is mostly dirt still). I am Woman, hear me ROOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRR! Watered front yard and the garden. Watered my lovely potted herbs. Weeded. Cleaned up my grass from the sidewalk. Made dinner. And I managed to knit a dishcloth today too.

Tonight I really have to get some sleep if I want to survive the full 2 weeks. We don't want the husband to find me dehydrated and starved, face down in the garden with the local cats feeding on my bones.

Tomorrow I'll need energy for hunting for food and recipes to get me through the rest of the week.

Seriously though, I wasn't feeling well at all today. Headache and pain and my new drugs don't ease the pain even a tiny bit. Next week is going to be interesting. I'll do what I can now and rest when I can't. I'm off to bed!