Hilarity in the Kitchen

I registered for the GRE this week. That's kind of a big, scary step... especially considering I gave myself exactly 5 weeks to prepare. I don't know about you, but holding down a 40-hour-a-week job, playing soccer (YES it is a necessity), eating, and sleeping takes up most of my life. I don't exactly have the time to re-teach myself math I learned in high school, or review billions of vocab words only to have 1 of them show up on the test. I especially don't have the time to do that in the next 5 weeks. Unfortunately, I need to take the test in September because one of the programs I'm applying to has an application deadline of Nov 1st. So, five weeks it is.

Ah, the joys of Graduate School have started already.

Boyfriend, being the wonderful and supportive Boyfriend that he is, has accepted that the next 5 weeks will be full of a grumpy girlfriend who will try her best to ignore him. (Last night I almost smacked him because he kept distracting me) He is even wonderful enough that last night he told me to focus on my studies, he would cook dinner for me. All together now: Awwww.

Boyfriend promptly learned that man-left-unattended-in-the-kitchen is a bad, baaad thing.

He prepared a scrumptious menu: Turkey melts on English Muffins, Scalloped Potatoes, and Broccoli. Assembled the ingredients. Formulated a game plan. Bent over to get the griddle out (for the turkey burgers) and SMACKED his head on the counter top. The granite counter top. Congratulations, Boyfriend, you just gave yourself a concussion.

Since he is a determined (read: stubborn) man, Boyfriend refused my offer finish cooking. He was going to do it, damn it. So he boiled, baked, chopped, toasted, the whole nine yards. He even decided to chop up some hot peppers to sprinkle in the melted cheese on top of the turkey melts. And then he itched his eye. Yes, he put his jalapeno-juice-covered finger ONTO HIS EYEBALL. I've never heard a grown man yelp like that. Congratulations, you idiot, you just blinded yourself.

I finished cooking dinner.

He rinsed his eye and iced his forehead. I don't think he'll be cooking for a while.

Oh, and the best part is that he boinked and spiced the same side of his face, so from the right angle he looked like he'd gotten his ass kicked. Hilarious.