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Long time lurker, first time poster; this happened about 30 minutes ago.
To set the stage:
This weekend, me and the folks were going out of town for a night at the grandparents' house where we'd exchange gifts, have dinner, and just generally enjoy each other's company over some old fashioneds after the little cousins are distracted.
At home, we made a buttload of Christmas cookies that we planned on giving out to friends and neighbors. But, we had a problem, specifically, two small, furry problems that like to get into stuff that they're not supposed to get into. Their names are Randy, the fat ginger problem, and Harold, the skinny and insane problem.
So, our solution, since we were already running late out the door, was to stick the trays of cookies into the oven, and then get on the road, with the cookies safe from their greedy little paws.
Fast forward numerous drinks and plenty of good company, all three of us who promised to remember that the cookies were in the oven completely forgot.
Tonight, my folks are at an old friend's party, leaving me and the cats to hold down the fort. I was pretty pumped for this, since a new season of my favorite anime just came out, and I was planning on doing some capital-C Chilling, complete with beer and a take-n-bake pizza.
I'm sure you see where this is going.
Start preheating the oven, start show, proceed to forget about the oven until it beeps.
Narrator: it did not beep.
The smoke alarm did.
The moment I walked into the kitchen and saw the massive cloud of smoke, I knew exactly why the smoke alarm off.
I'm not entirely sure if the tears in my eyes are from the disappointment of the ruined cookies, or the absolutely disgusting smell coming from the oven, which I'm currently too afraid to open.
TL;DR: I kept the cookies safe from the cats, but not from myself.
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