As I got back from my run this morning, I was greeted with a strange oder, nay, nauseating stench: burned boiled prunes. Gross!
While I was gone, Edna put them on the stove top, got distracted with old family photos and forgot all about them until it was too late. Upon opening the front door, smoke filled my lungs as I entered in a panic! She was calmly sitting on the couch looking through pictures and told me what had happened. "Just leave them closed--It won't hurt you," she said to me as I offered to open the windows and doors. OK, Edna, no big deal, I'm going now...
1 comment:
That is so gross.... and what? the fumes won't hurt you? Must be a different way of thinking. :)
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