My name is Golden, and I confess:
I lose stuff, keys, purse, hoof picks, enough hoof picks to start a store somewhere, there are days I think I'm losing my mind, I try hard not to lose my temper, I'm still impressed that I lost my coil
, not the sort of thing you leave laying around generally...
But all that pales behind my loss of my sense of smell, which is sometimes an annoyance and today was nearly a disaster.
It is annoying not to be able to smell, baby puppy, hay, baking, tack cleaning, etc. It is dangerous when I can't smell food that is off
Today it was nearly catastrophic, when I set the slow cooker on the stove top as usual, but hadn't realized that I had somehow turned one of the rings on.
Thank goodness I was still in the kitchen, and when the waves of thick smoke arrived I knew that there was an issue, so managed to rescue everything, supper is still cooking, the stove top has been cleared of melted plastic, but the base of the crockpot will never look the same again