It seems that something always happens on Tuesday – the meat is still frozen, I’ve forgotten a vital ingredient, bugs in the pasta (ewww) – and my dinner plans go awry. Today was no exception.
My neighbor knocked on the door and asked me to check my stove. Her gas wasn’t working. Neither is ours. Apparently a gas line was busted near here while doing some construction and it won’t be fixed until well after supper time.
The funny thing is, it’s always on Tuesday that something happens. As in 2x Tuesday at Domino’s. It’s never any other day of the week that something weird happens. Always Tuesday. He accuses me of doing this on purpose. (I don’t do it on purpose in case you’re also wondering.)
No gas also means no heat. I hope it’s fixed before tonight.
Stupid Tuesday. I had things organized today, too. I’ve got a pot roast in the crock pot, and the potatoes are already peeled. All I would have had to do is finish the potatoes and vegetables. Foiled again.