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Saturday.

Pooped.

Exercise today took more out of me than usual. I'm not sure why. I was back to watching the clock and wearily counting the minutes until I was done.

Then, this afternoon, I took a bike ride with the girls, hauling LittleD in the Burley behind me. Boy does THAT add a lot of extra effort! (imaging me puffing and panting the whole time.) He's even a skinny little kid! But, still.

We rode one mile to the bike trail and then 2.5 miles down it to the Duck Memorial where we stopped for a granola bar snack and looked for places to hide a geocache.

Then we had to ride home. I thought the way there must've been all uphill, since it was so tiring, but the way home was just as hard plus into a stiff cool breeze. 7 miles in an hour's worth of riding. I wish the exercise calorie burn places had a checkbox for "hauling preschooler in Burley" to check when choosing "cycling, <10 miles per hour" ... I should get some calorie brownie points there.

Then I went to do some laundry but the stupid mattress cover and blanket that I, uh, crammed into the dryer late last night are, surprisingly, not dry. They were all wadded around eachother in a heat-impenetrable ball. So I separated them and tried to fluff them into the dryer. I am sure they have returned to their undryable glob. So I can't wash anything new because in the dryer are the never-drying pad-and-blanket, and in the washer is the similarly never-drying ... what's the word? ... comforter? those big poofy things to look nicey on top of your bed. Only they don't look so nicey with cat barf on them, thus the rotting in the washer while the heat-impenetrable blanket blob rolls in the dryer.

Then (I know it's bad to start every paragraph with "I" ... is it bad to start them all with "then" ? I'm such a classy writer)

Then the neighbors asked to borrow our oven. Apparently they're making a mothers' day cake (um, I guess in this case it would be mother's, since they only have one mother) but their oven died. They knew it was dying, it was working but giving warning error messages, and they responsibly called a repairman who is coming Monday, but it completely died. So the cakes are in my oven, making my house smell nicey. I hope I don't burn them or undercook them or something.

So now it's time to give the little kids baths, at least when the cakes are done ...

Oh MAN!

Did I tell you a week or two ago about my stove? How I discovered that, after 5+ years of living here, I could no longer use both big burners and the oven at the same time or it would blow the fuse? I blew it about 6 times in a row one day, trying to juggle half-cooked dinner items, before I figured out I could use the right burner and the oven, and did the rest in the microwave. Adequately. So anyway, I've just been using one or the other burner since, and it's been fine.

I was sitting here, happily blogging away, oblivious to the world. I didn't need to pay attention to the cakes, that's what timers are for.

But then I eventually realized I didn't hear the teapot boiling.

I didn't hear the teapot boiling!!! I dashed out there and checked the stove. No lights.

Rats. I turned off the back burner and ran downstairs and threw the circuit breaker, then ran back up and switched the tea pot to the right-front burner. The oven had cooled to about 275. It hadn't been off a LONG time, maybe 5 minutes?

I hope I didn't ruin their cake.

Apparently it's the left-back burner and the oven that is the/a trigger for the circuit thingie.

One good thing, at least the adrenaline from neighbor-cake panic woke me up a little.

At least long enough to drink the coffee.

Right?

I'll let you know about the cakes*.

*update ~ I think they're okay. They passed the toothpick test. ~ phew! ~