I grabbed a shitty ass pan to make the omelets in. Yes sir I did. I made four omelets, two in another pan and those were beautiful. Meanwhile, my bread caught fire in the oven. My entire family was out of sorts for a chaotic half hour, all except my youngest who was outside playing basketball.
As soon as he entered, all chaos broke out. Every silly kitchen booboo that could be made was made. I swear, it was a spirit. That little unseen poop was toying with us. Tomorrow I get to go to work. Phew.
(I'll get you Red Baron)
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Sounds like the Puck came to play with ya's! ; )
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