I worked 12 hours and came home to make dinner. I made a lovely twiced baked spaghetti and as I was making the spaghetti, I was working on dinner for the next night (since I am never home and my husband needs to eat). The spaghetti was done in the oven so I asked Zac if he could get it out of the oven and I told him to put the pan on the range. I was about 2 feet away from the range putting things in the crockpot when I heard a loud pop, I screamed and thought that there was a gun shot, one second later I see Zac in the kitchen wide eyed....I had left the range on and completely forgot, so the pan blew up.....glass everywhere...thank goodness it blew up the other direction and no glass hit me. I cried, he lovingly laughed, and 10 minutes later we were at the KFC drive through ordering a lovely dinner which consisted of 10 boneless BBQ wings and of course a large Dr. Pepper to help me make it through the night.
2 comments:
love it. i've done that before. good husbands are worth so much.
Tia, you are too cute. I can honestly say I have never done this, but it sounds like something I could easily do. Especially on bunko night or when the in-laws were coming to dinner. Glad neither of you were hurt!
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