Okay, okay. Our house wasn’t burnt, but it sure smells like it.

I think my dad is either slowly losing it or is just really clueless. He had his friend over and they were watching the game on TV. Apparently he was reheating the curry on the stove and left it there…for probably an hour. Well, the curry’s a goner, and the house smells like smoke. We had to open all the windows and doors. I can still smell it though. *sigh* :roll:

Also, apparently my brother ordered pizza, which arrived right after I already started eating leftovers from other days. :roll:

Today was pretty lame.

I talked to Marty on the phone though, and that just made today seem a little better.