I praise the name of Thor, I should have bought a Lottery Ticket today. First off the pipes came out great! They look like brand new. Next, after the last panic attack I had a stroke of what I will un-ashamed-ly call pure genius. I grabbed a handful of self-rising 'you-bake-'em dinner rolls and put them on a cookie pan. Back on with the oven and in with the rolls.
Next, and this was the gift from the various gods involved, the old lady called and said she and our friend were going to go have dinner at the lake, and that I should fend for myself. Great, that bought me more time.
Now the house if filling up with the aroma of home cooked rolls - not bad. So they come out of the oven and I go digging in the fridge for for frozen left over spaghetti sauce, in a pot a quart of it goes and on top of the stove. I sprinkle in a little extra basil for additional aroma.
So now its two hours later yet and in comes the old lady with about a half a snootful of red wine, and she couldn't smell dog poop if it was on her shoe. This is remarkable because she normally has the nose of a Labrador Retriever when it comes to something I've stunk up. I mean nose of a Lab in a working sense, not a visual sense - the old lady has a perfectly fine looking nose.
Anyway I blew past what looked to be a sure disaster with all the ease of a rich man. And on that happy note, I wish you all a good evening.
