Chicken Pot Pie

I seem to have the ability to turn almost any trivial activity or matter into something ridiculous. For instance, last week I made chicken pot pie for dinner. This is quite possibly the simplest recipe ever, so there was no reason for it to turn into such a big production. I started mixing the cream of chicken soup, vegetables, and chicken in the wrong size corningware dish. So then I transferred it to the larger one, but in the process, I managed to fling a spatula-full of mixture all over my cupboards, counter, and even the wall. Once I finally put the meal in the oven, I thought I was good to go. Until the timer on the microwave went off. I checked on the pot pie and decided it needed to stay in a few more minutes. The problem was that I didn't reset the timer because I figured I could remember to check on it. I have no idea why I repeatedly tell myself that I won't forget, because let's face it, I will forget. Needless to say, as I was tending to my myspace addiction, I forgot about the pot pie. Fortunately, nothing burned. Except for me. While I was taking the pot pie out of the oven, I burned my forearm just above the elbow (who manages that??) because I bumped it on the oven door. I refused to run cold water over it because I decided that dealing with the burn would be my punishment for being so stupid. And one week later, I'm still nursing my now-scabbed wound.

Wow.