Calling the Kettle… Black
Still feeling a bit under the weather, I put the kettle on the stove with the hopes of making some tea. And then promptly forgot about it. About 45 minutes later, I walked back in to find… this:
It’s Liz’s kettle that I ruined, and to make things worse it’s one of her favorite colors (she has a ton of appliances that match). Ugh.
It’s been a while since I’ve left something unattended like this. At least the last time, I have the excuse of being drunk. This time around… I just spaced out. Jeez.