Misadventures of the Week...non-running post

Misadventure #1. Wednesday morning I made a yummy marinade for these two lovely chicken ta-tas, so I could cook them when I got home Wednesday night. I put them in the pyrex baking dish, then notice that the recipe says you broil them, "turning and basting frequently." No worries, I just crank the oven up to broil, pop the chicken in, and faithfully turn and baste every 5 minutes or so. On about the 3rd turn/baste I take the dish out of the oven and set it on the stove. I'm on the phone with my friend Darcy, chatting and basting away when I hear a loud POP as the dish explodes. I scream and drop the phone, and of course all 4 dogs are like "Score, delicious chicken-flavored glass everywhere!" so I'm trying to keep them all out of the kitchen. Most of the glass was contained to the stove as you can see in the pic, but there were several shards and slivers on the floor and on my shirt. Now that is scary because if it had exploded in a different pattern, I could have wound up with shrapnel in eye or body. I cleaned it all up, and suprisingly the chicken was glass-free because it all went outward. So I poured a nice big glass of wine and ate the chicken that tried to kill me.

Misadventure #2. Let me set the stage: we live and Rich work's in Mt. Pleasant, which is about half an hour away from where most of our friends live on James Island. This week Rich has a lot going on at work and had to work until midnight most nights. I tend to be flighty and forgetful and do things absentmindedly (I once thought I lost my cell phone, only to find it 3 days later inside a popcicle box in the freezer). Ok, so after work Thursday I have some errands to run on James Island. After said errands, I decide to just run on this nice trail on James Island that I rarely run because it's a long drive just to go for a run. I'm still in my work clothes, so I park behind this strip mall beside the trail, change in my car, take my car key off the key ring to put in my little shorts pocket, lock the car, get out, shut the door, start to put the key into the pocket when I realize that I'm holding my house key and the car key is now safely locked inside the car. The keys look nothing alike. I don't know where my brain was, but I guess I was thinking about something and absentmindedly took the wrong key off the ring. My phone is in the car, so all I have on my person are my running clothes, Ipod, and a housekey. I go into this store and explain what happened and ask to use the phone. The only phone number I know is Richard's, but since it is just 5pm and he still has hours of work left, he can't come get me. He gives me the numbers for some of our friends that live close. Thankfully our friend Brian was able to come get me and let me hang out at their house until Rich got off work. Then he had to drive the 30 min to James Island to get me at their house, take me to my car, then we both had to drive back to Mt. Pleasant. It was a long night, I didn't get my run in (because it was hot and I didn't want to run and sit in dirty clothes for hours), and I had to get up at 5am this morning. Lovely.