Save Me
Lee 01
"We're gonna lose control,
So stop, drop and roll."
January 01, 2008
It was the first day of the new year; I had phoned Rachel, Alex and Ethan (who was another friend of ours) to come over for dinner that evening. They all agreed and the time was set for them to arrive at five thirty sharp. Of course, knowing how Ethan could be, I knew he would more than likely be a little late.
T.R. and I spent the late morning and early afternoon hours fixing the house up so it would be decent for company. We were doing the final rooms, which were the kitchen and living room. T.R. had volunteered for the latter and I couldn't help but had the suspicion that he just wanted to sneak bites of the cookies I had baked earlier in the morning.
The living room wasn't very dirty; only a few magazines were laying around on the coffee table and things needed to be dusted. It only took twenty minutes, so I decided to go into the kitchen and help out T.R. Knowing how he could be, he probably hadn't made much progress.
"How's it coming?" I asked as I entered the room.
T.R. was standing by the island wearing a frilly white apron and pink rubber gloves, which were mine.
"Oh! It's great! I love this duster! Swiffer rocks!" He held up the Swiffer wand as if it were his son.
I couldn't help but snicker at the picture I was viewing.
"Oh yeah. Cute outfit," I teased.
He gave his cute little scowl before grinning. He walked up to me and kissed my cheek, still grinning.
"How's it coming with you?"
"I'm done. I was just coming in here to help you. What all have you gotten done?" I extended my hand behind him and rubbed his lower back.
"I dusted the ish out of this room! Doesn't it look dandy?"
I looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. A little over half of it was dusted, and the floors still needed to be swept and scrubbed. And the counters? T.R. always had problems remembering how to put things in the pantry and cupboards...
"It looks good so far." I nodded approvingly. "I'll help you finish dusting, then you can put the stuff on the counters away and wipe them off and I'll start on the floor."
He gasped.
"I can move on?" he asked in an excited voice.
I sighed, then looked around the room and decided it looked decent enough.
"Alright, you can move on."
"Whoohoo! What can I do?"
Oh, Theodore. You have such a short attention span...
"You can start cleaning off the counters and putting that stuff away."
"Okie dokie!" He paused. "Know what? I am starving half out of my mind. I think I have a little bit of that Wendy's cheeseburger I had for dinner last night left over." He walked over to the fridge and grabbed the leftover burger that was still wrapped in foil.
"Yep! Whoohoo!" He silently sang to himself as he walked over to the microwave to heat it up.
"Gonna make me a cheeseburger without the fries. No fries? No fries! Makin' a cheeeeeseburger! Whoohoo cheesy in the house!"
By that time, I wasn't paying attention to the fact that he had stuck the burger in the microwave with the foil still on.
Half a minute went by and there was a smokey smell. I looked over at T.R. and watched him spin around with a horrified look on his face.
"Ah! My cheeseburger!" he screamed.
He ran, nearly falling down on his way, over to the towel drawer and pulled out a dish towel. He ran over to the sink and poured water on it while grabbing the box of baking soda out of the cupboard; he poured baking soda all over the rag and started beating the microwave that was lit on fire. The fire had died down in seconds, but unfortunately for us, the appliance was ruined.
"T.R., how in this world did you manage to catch the freaking microwave on fire?!" I exclaimed, my temper going through the roof. "That's the second time in the last six months that this has happened!"
"Who knew foil would catch on fire, though?! Gosh darn it, we're gonna go broke from buying microwaves!" He looked at the burned mess of an appliance and saw one little flame that he had missed. He rolled his eyes and blew it out like a candle on a birthday cake.
"Correction: You're going to go broke from buying microwaves. I'm not the one that caused this! And another thing, everyone knows that foil catches on fire!" I sighed, trying to calm myself before continuing to build the desire to scream at him. "Come on. We have to go buy a new microwave."
His angry facial expression dropped into a sad look; he sighed.
Feeling bad for being mean, I walked up to him and gave the poor fool a hug.
"It was an accident...again. Come on, let's go."
He laughed shortly.
"Okay."
Half an hour later we entered Menard's to buy a new microwave. I held T.R.'s hand, guiding him as if he were a child, as we walked past the many aisles in the superstore. I scanned down each aisle to find kitchen appliances.
"Any idea on where they could be?" I grumbled, continuing to look.
"Right there!" He pointed at the huge display of microwaves that were literally right in front of me.
"Yeah, well... I can't find things if they're in front of me," I said in a bitter tone, letting go of his hand. "Which one do you think will be okay?" I pointed at the different sizes and colors they came in.
"One in platinum steel would match our kitchen. This one's nice." He pointed at a decent-looking steel microwave that was a little over one hundred dollars.
"That looks nice," I said, nodding.
"Would you please let go of me?" came a familiar voice.
"Mmmm, why would I? Come to papa, Effiekins," came a frisky-sounding male voice.
"T," I said, grabbing T.R. by the sleeve of his red shirt, dragging him behind the display. "Cisco and Ethan are here!"
"Hide me!" T exclaimed.
I pulled him down on the floor and kept him well-hidden behind a few larger boxes of microwaves. I peered around a few boxes that were stacked up from the floor and saw Ethan and Cisco literally running through the aisle across from us. Ethan holding onto his fridora while Cisco was shaking a bottle of opened Cool Whip.
"Effie! You know that fridora gets me excited! Ricky Ricardo's got competition. Mmm...oh, baby," Cisco growled, closing in on Ethan, who was being cornered against a line of toasters.
"Then here you go!" Ethan took off his fridora and revealed his fire-red, messy hair. The fridora slapped Cisco in the face.
I leaned against the boxes and silently cackled. I looked at T.R. He snickered in a rather Rachelish fashion and looked back at me.
"What freaks!" he mouthed.
I giggled and sat closer to him, then carefully peered around the corner to see Ethan running again. Cisco bounced after him as if he were Pepe Le Pew from Looney Toons. I leaned my head against T.R.'s and laughed quietly, not being able to contain it any longer.
"Where's the camera when you need one?" I whispered.
"I know!" he whispered back.
"Let's get out of here," I whispered, grabbing the microwave and standing up.
"Yeah. Heaven forbid they spot us!" He got up and followed me.
So stop, drop and roll."
January 01, 2008
It was the first day of the new year; I had phoned Rachel, Alex and Ethan (who was another friend of ours) to come over for dinner that evening. They all agreed and the time was set for them to arrive at five thirty sharp. Of course, knowing how Ethan could be, I knew he would more than likely be a little late.
T.R. and I spent the late morning and early afternoon hours fixing the house up so it would be decent for company. We were doing the final rooms, which were the kitchen and living room. T.R. had volunteered for the latter and I couldn't help but had the suspicion that he just wanted to sneak bites of the cookies I had baked earlier in the morning.
The living room wasn't very dirty; only a few magazines were laying around on the coffee table and things needed to be dusted. It only took twenty minutes, so I decided to go into the kitchen and help out T.R. Knowing how he could be, he probably hadn't made much progress.
"How's it coming?" I asked as I entered the room.
T.R. was standing by the island wearing a frilly white apron and pink rubber gloves, which were mine.
"Oh! It's great! I love this duster! Swiffer rocks!" He held up the Swiffer wand as if it were his son.
I couldn't help but snicker at the picture I was viewing.
"Oh yeah. Cute outfit," I teased.
He gave his cute little scowl before grinning. He walked up to me and kissed my cheek, still grinning.
"How's it coming with you?"
"I'm done. I was just coming in here to help you. What all have you gotten done?" I extended my hand behind him and rubbed his lower back.
"I dusted the ish out of this room! Doesn't it look dandy?"
I looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. A little over half of it was dusted, and the floors still needed to be swept and scrubbed. And the counters? T.R. always had problems remembering how to put things in the pantry and cupboards...
"It looks good so far." I nodded approvingly. "I'll help you finish dusting, then you can put the stuff on the counters away and wipe them off and I'll start on the floor."
He gasped.
"I can move on?" he asked in an excited voice.
I sighed, then looked around the room and decided it looked decent enough.
"Alright, you can move on."
"Whoohoo! What can I do?"
Oh, Theodore. You have such a short attention span...
"You can start cleaning off the counters and putting that stuff away."
"Okie dokie!" He paused. "Know what? I am starving half out of my mind. I think I have a little bit of that Wendy's cheeseburger I had for dinner last night left over." He walked over to the fridge and grabbed the leftover burger that was still wrapped in foil.
"Yep! Whoohoo!" He silently sang to himself as he walked over to the microwave to heat it up.
"Gonna make me a cheeseburger without the fries. No fries? No fries! Makin' a cheeeeeseburger! Whoohoo cheesy in the house!"
By that time, I wasn't paying attention to the fact that he had stuck the burger in the microwave with the foil still on.
Half a minute went by and there was a smokey smell. I looked over at T.R. and watched him spin around with a horrified look on his face.
"Ah! My cheeseburger!" he screamed.
He ran, nearly falling down on his way, over to the towel drawer and pulled out a dish towel. He ran over to the sink and poured water on it while grabbing the box of baking soda out of the cupboard; he poured baking soda all over the rag and started beating the microwave that was lit on fire. The fire had died down in seconds, but unfortunately for us, the appliance was ruined.
"T.R., how in this world did you manage to catch the freaking microwave on fire?!" I exclaimed, my temper going through the roof. "That's the second time in the last six months that this has happened!"
"Who knew foil would catch on fire, though?! Gosh darn it, we're gonna go broke from buying microwaves!" He looked at the burned mess of an appliance and saw one little flame that he had missed. He rolled his eyes and blew it out like a candle on a birthday cake.
"Correction: You're going to go broke from buying microwaves. I'm not the one that caused this! And another thing, everyone knows that foil catches on fire!" I sighed, trying to calm myself before continuing to build the desire to scream at him. "Come on. We have to go buy a new microwave."
His angry facial expression dropped into a sad look; he sighed.
Feeling bad for being mean, I walked up to him and gave the poor fool a hug.
"It was an accident...again. Come on, let's go."
He laughed shortly.
"Okay."
Half an hour later we entered Menard's to buy a new microwave. I held T.R.'s hand, guiding him as if he were a child, as we walked past the many aisles in the superstore. I scanned down each aisle to find kitchen appliances.
"Any idea on where they could be?" I grumbled, continuing to look.
"Right there!" He pointed at the huge display of microwaves that were literally right in front of me.
"Yeah, well... I can't find things if they're in front of me," I said in a bitter tone, letting go of his hand. "Which one do you think will be okay?" I pointed at the different sizes and colors they came in.
"One in platinum steel would match our kitchen. This one's nice." He pointed at a decent-looking steel microwave that was a little over one hundred dollars.
"That looks nice," I said, nodding.
"Would you please let go of me?" came a familiar voice.
"Mmmm, why would I? Come to papa, Effiekins," came a frisky-sounding male voice.
"T," I said, grabbing T.R. by the sleeve of his red shirt, dragging him behind the display. "Cisco and Ethan are here!"
"Hide me!" T exclaimed.
I pulled him down on the floor and kept him well-hidden behind a few larger boxes of microwaves. I peered around a few boxes that were stacked up from the floor and saw Ethan and Cisco literally running through the aisle across from us. Ethan holding onto his fridora while Cisco was shaking a bottle of opened Cool Whip.
"Effie! You know that fridora gets me excited! Ricky Ricardo's got competition. Mmm...oh, baby," Cisco growled, closing in on Ethan, who was being cornered against a line of toasters.
"Then here you go!" Ethan took off his fridora and revealed his fire-red, messy hair. The fridora slapped Cisco in the face.
I leaned against the boxes and silently cackled. I looked at T.R. He snickered in a rather Rachelish fashion and looked back at me.
"What freaks!" he mouthed.
I giggled and sat closer to him, then carefully peered around the corner to see Ethan running again. Cisco bounced after him as if he were Pepe Le Pew from Looney Toons. I leaned my head against T.R.'s and laughed quietly, not being able to contain it any longer.
"Where's the camera when you need one?" I whispered.
"I know!" he whispered back.
"Let's get out of here," I whispered, grabbing the microwave and standing up.
"Yeah. Heaven forbid they spot us!" He got up and followed me.