I knew my life was going too well. I had just finished my last final this morning, I'm coming home in a week, and I was going to have crepes for breakfast. Nothing better.
Unfortunately when I went to return my book rentals they didn't have my order in the system. What the heck? I had just gotten an email from them this morning telling me my books were due soon. But they had pretty much nothing on me. So I had to go back home and print off the email and my receipt so I had proof that I really did rent my books from them. When I returned they still couldn't help me until they called some people and got their answers half an hour later. In the end it all worked out and I thought I was going to have a peaceful morning.
So much for that.
I don't want to retell the whole story so I'll just repost the link and have Chelsea tell it for me. Here's a picture first though, and you can try to guess what happened. I think my life just needed a little excitement... and some burns to remind me of it later.
The link:
http://chelseakaye.blogspot.com/2013/04/comic-relief.html
In my desperation to get the crepes off the stove before the smoke got any worse I also got some of that lovely plastic stuck to me. Thank goodness for ice. I think we'll be friends for the rest of the day.
I fired myself from cooking. My roommates don't object. The end.

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