The reason the label says 12-14 minutes is in case you are cooking two potatoes and not one!
oh dear. I wanted to leave. Fortunately, I had a grant writing class across campus and got to leave at 2:30 p.m. Everyone kept saying "what is that smell?" I opened the front and back doors to the suite and had fans going.
I sent an email to the assistant dean telling him the error of my ways. One of the best bosses I ever had taught me that when you mess up, admit it, apologize, fix it if you can and don't do it again.
I just hope the smell has dissipated when we go in, tomorrow.
On a brighter note, here are my Hunger Games fingernails.
It is difficult to photograph one's own hand. I painted my nails pewter (grey) and then did the tips with a raspberry pink and then drug the brush down towards the center of the nail. I'm going to keep trying.
Oh! That was the other thing after nuking the office...I washed my hands and put lotion on, but I still smelled like I was on fire. Ha. The girl on fire.
This was very similar to the time in 7th grad when I nearly burned down the kitchen in Home Ec class. But that is another story for another time.
Here are some parting shots of Effie's nails. Doug said he didn't notice. How could you not notice those nails? I'm going to keep at it. I like the look.