And all was black

Yesterday we bought the fixins for chili. We were both craving hot soup because of the cold weather. Sadly we got home and discovered we didn't have a can opener. It kinda makes it hard to make chili when everything except the meat is in a can. So I ate microwave popcorn that came in a flat popcorn bucket. And Amy ate cereal. But today we were determined to buy a can opener and make chili. Fate though would not have it.

The cold, the snow, or some car crash we don't know about caused a big blackout for about 5 or 6 hours. We went to the store the buy a can opener but couldn't find one. Then we realized we didn't really know what to ask for. So using the label on a can of mushrooms we figured out the proper noun for "can" and I did know the verb for "open." But sadly I'm chicken-shit when it comes to talking to people in stores, even in the States. So I'd rather just scour every aisle for hours than speak to someone. Amy though is more adventurous. I'm sure her Spanish was terrible, but we got the right directions. And of course the can opener was exactly where we looked the first time.

Can opener in hand, back at the house, the power is still out. So cooking chili doesn't seem very safe. We bust open some beer for dinner. Ummm... tasty. Now the power is back on and we can't really be bothered to cook. Maybe tomorrow.