I’m on the phone with my sister Christie and I hear Bob in the kitchen. I’m not overly concerned as he fixes the same meal every morning.
When the smoke alarm goes off, I go to check. Bob couldn’t remember where we keep the toaster waffles so he was toasting my Keto (expensive!) bread and also toasting a frozen turkey burger!!! That was interesting and the dripping grease burning inside the toaster was what was setting off our smoke alarm!
I took the burnt Keto bread for myself and showed him where the toaster waffles were (and always are). I put the still very RAW turkey burger on a plate to microwave it even though Bob was protesting that it was cooked enough.
Lesson learned:
Being in the same house with him is not the same as care-giving.
Time to step up my care-giving game!!!
Bob with one "o" 