Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Whistling Teakettle of Doom

Last week, I ruined our teakettle by failing to take it off the stove before all the water had evaporated. So I picked up a new one on Saturday morning during my grocery run. The box promised that it was a whistling kettle (this is important to avoid any future over-boiling incidents). I was a bit upset, then, when it failed to whistle on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday mornings.

And then, today, while I was upstairs tending to Zoia, I heard this:

I guess I can no longer complain that it doesn't whistle. But I'm also not anxious to start each morning to a horror movie soundtrack - especially when it's the part just before someone's head gets chainsawed off.

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