I shall call it Paragone and it shall forever remind me of the day I made nearly a gallon of pumpkin puree, two pies, and a pizza that turned out flat. Also the clothesline broke.
I shall be a paragon
of Elegance & Grace
& not dropping things
& not spilling coffee
& getting left and right the right way round first time
& appropriate levels of excitement for the situation at hand
& not burning cakes
& non-garish makeup & accessorizing & haircuts
& general charm.
This day is not that day.
I have checked the outlook for tomorrow
and that is not hopeful either.