Did Mama really say there would be days like this? I mean really, did she?
My helpful (and I really mean that) husband, hid the ugly drainboard in the oven when we were preparing for a showing of our now for sale home. Somewhat later, I decided to make cookies. I probably don't need to tell you that butter was whirling around in the mixer, ingredients had been chopped and diced, eggs, cracked and cookie sheets set out... when I noticed an odd, putrid odor.
I didn't need to tell you, because you already knew... back at my helpful (really) husband put the drainboard in the oven. It was as predictable as the happy ending in an old 1950's movie. One thing leads to another. In this case, one thing led to 10 others .
- Fans had to be setup to vent the toxic fumes from the house.
- Tools (including pliers and saws) had to be fetched and wielded.
- Once the large melted sculpture was released, the husband had to torch the racks to melt the remaining particles off.
- Parts of the lawn caught on fire.
- The floor of the oven had to be scrapped of random puddles of plastic.
- The oven had to be locked and put through a 4 hour cleaning routine.
- The completed cookie dough was wrapped and packed in the fridge.
- We dressed for dinner.
- And ate out.
Last, but not least, number 10.
I do not recall my mother telling me anything about this. Did yours tell you?