and one of these days he's going to have an accident, and I'm just going to have to call 911 and explain something fucking stupid like: "He appears to have been cutting a frozen rack of ribs with an electrical circular saw"
"No, I'm not sure when, I went to bed at 11, and it's now 8am, so sometime between the two, and no, I thought he was cutting something outside, I didn't realize it was in the kitchen."
somebody missed me