I know, it's a stupid validation and I'm still a terrible wife.
Last night I wanted to make a sauce to go along with the tacos I planned on burning for dinner.
I needed the recipe in the kitchen with me and had it pulled up on my husband's computer. I placed the computer on the stove and read the directions while prepping everything.
I was adamant about making this sauce delicious so I paid attention to every step intently. I threw some vegetables in a pan and added some spice.
I turned the stove on and began stirring things around. I felt like I was on Top fucking Chef. Veggies were cooking, aromas were flowing through the air...
Then Matt walks by and is like, "Don't leave that there!" or something along those lines.
Before I could question why he was yelling at me he grabbed his laptop, which was on fire, and put it out.
I had left it on the stove, right by the burner that I was cooking the sauce on.
I have never felt so dumb in my life.
I've also never been more sure that Matt loves me, because he didn't try to murder me afterwards.
Luckily there wasn't much damage done. His computer still works and just a small piece on the very front is melted.
I still can't get over what a jackass I am, but I guess we all make mistakes. Mine are just at the expense of others and could potentially kill us if not caught in time.
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