Friday, May 19, 2006


Rogue tater tot that fell onto the bottom of the oven while I was removing the pan? Bastard.

Carley thinking she should go in after the rogue tater tot armed with just a hot pad? Stupid.

Burn on the bottom of my arm from laying it on the open oven door? Huge. No, ginormous.

Burn on the top of my arm from flinching after laying my arm on the oven door? Small. And also kind of comical.

Josh thinking I went in for the rogue tater tot because I wanted to eat it? Priceless.


Blogger Suburban Turmoil said...

Ouch ouch ouch! Hope that arm's feeling better now!

6/15/2006 5:19 PM  
Blogger cutemama said...

Oh man, I hate that shit. You feel like 007 trying not to set off the lazer motion detector as you inch your way towards certain doom! What's worse? The stray frozen cheese slivers(from frozen pizza) that converged at the bottom of my oven and decided to have a smoke out. Oh ya,
ear piercing fire alarm and uncooked casserole, that's living baby!

6/30/2006 6:13 PM  

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