1. I made two june-cleaver-ish
pumpkin pies from scratch and put them in the oven to bake.
2. Forgetting about the
pies in the oven, I went to get groceries.
3. The
pies burned.
*heavy sigh*
4. The oven was still hot and the kids had friends over, so I put a
pizza in.
5. I got online for a few minutes, then started smelling burnt
pizza.
6. I raced to the oven, threw it open, and..... the
pizza was perfect (a little cheese had dribbled down onto the element and that's what I had smelled burning)
*sigh of relief*
7. I got a large spatula and attempted to lift the
pizza ever-so-carefully off the oven rack.
8. The
pizza flipped mid air and landed, bubbly cheese side down, on my arm.
9. I yelped, tossed the
pizza, and it landed.... perfectly... in my sink which was full of soapy water.
*exasperated sigh (along with a few bad words)*
10. I went for my run and ran the better part of six miles holding a
frozen water bottle on my arm.
*tired-and-craving-
pumpkin-pie sigh*
11. The cowboy and I just went to the store and bought ingredients for more
pie baking. Tomorrow I will try again.