More Great Moments in Personal Dumbassery

That’s what I thought!

Our rewiring was done for free by a friend of the former owner. (We bought the house from our former landlord 2 and a half years ago.)

Since the shocking incident, half of the new outlets in our kitchen spontaneously failed and were replaced.

I keep reminding myself the wiring job passed inspection.

Bought some nice deli lunchmeat, and some prepackaged sliced cheese.

Made a sammich using some meat and a couple of slices of the cheese.

Chewed. Hmmm. Weird texture. Swallowed.

Took another bite. Hmmmm. It was a bit harder to bite off than it should have been.

Peeled open sandwich (while still chewing and swallowing that second bite).

Found piece of paper separating the two slices of cheese.

Removed paper. Reassembled sandwich. Ate rest of sandwich, pleased at the vastly-improved texture and chewability.

even if it passed inspection you have safety and quality issues now. get a licensed electrician in to look at it.

At work, need to replace a failed printer. Start testing printers from supply, after fourth printer fails I’m agitated and writes a couple of nasty notes.

Stops looks at paper.

Thermal printers require thermal paper.

:smack: :smack: moron :smack:

My livingroom TV is set up as a second monitor on my PC.

More than once, I’ve sat there on the couch, trying to drag the mouse pointer over onto the TV to start a video. “What the…? Is the battery going? Is the IR sensor moved somewhere weird? Geez, I hate The Biggest Loser… oh…” Then I switch the input over to the computer.

I’ve posted this before.

I had a craving once for homemade fresh pasta, and went through all the work of kneading and rolling out and cutting a lovely bunch of egg fettucine. Cooked it up and poured it all into a colander in the sink to drain it. I picked up the colander and tossed the pasta a bit to shake out the last of the water, and managed to completely flip it upside down.

A lovely big batch of fresh hot pasta slithered en masse down the drain and into the dirty garbage disposal. No, I didn’t fish it out of there and eat it anyway. But I sure felt like a major dumbass.

We ate Ronzoni that night.