So... for some strange reason, I was still awake at 12:30 last night.
My big mission yesterday was to clean up around the house.
I went to Canadian Tire and bought some new supplies, and a new mop.
I also decided that I would do some baking. Anything in an attempt to avoid the bombardment (and yes that is an ironic choice of words). I was crazving pizza and decided that I would make my own, as it would occupy me for longer.
I knew, that I was too scatter brained to leave it in the oven. I knew that I would forget. I thought about setting a timer. But I didn't. I should have known better.

Well one thing lead to another and I was puttering around the house. And when my roomie made her weekly appearance, and out of the kindness of her heart she attempted to do the car shuffle. In the shuffle my car died. So here we are two women in the middle of the street trying to jump a car, with the cables :) I was so proud of us. For a moment I was wishing that I had those idiot proof cables. But I didn't. Seems to be the thought of the day. Anyway, I figured that the wires must just have been wet as it has been raining. But I called for an expert opinion. Which confirmed my thoughts.

Anyway, so here I am lying in bed and then I remember..... THE PIZZA. Did I turn it off? I don't remember. So I try to sniff and see if I can smell it burning. Can't smell it. Can't remember turing it off. So I leap out of bed and race to the kitchen.

Yup, the oven is still on, and my lovely pizza is now a large charcoal lump.

What is the moral of the story?
Don't bake when you are scooters.
The end.
K