While in between doing a bit of downhill skiing in the middle of a fluffy snow, I was frying up onion rings in a cast iron skillet on a Coleman propane stove outside.
My 2 year old, who looked so cute with her blonde curls and pink lambchop jacket, was being looked after in the lodge and was mesmerized by cartoons and doing fine.
Suddenly, my cat, Leonard tried to remove an onion ring from the skillet with his paw and began leaping in circles in agony. All the fur had been deep fried off his paw and muscle and bone were exposed. My mom and aunt, who were standing on the slope, began screaming.
Then, I woke up and realized it was all a dream and smiled.
(Deep fried paws and 2 year olds..uffda.)
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