This morning I took Tom to the hospital at 8:10 am, ribbing him for leaving on every light in the hotel room (bathroom, sink, kitchenette, and tv) as we drove. We do a lot of iron sharpening iron about all manner of things, but it wasn't, how-you-say, what he needed at that moment.
Then along about 10:30 am, I discovered I'd had the oven on at 425 degrees since 8:00 am. Empty since baking scones (which I ruined by using 4 t. of baking soda instead of 4 t. baking powder), it was just sitting there, hot.
I haven't had the heart to tell him yet.
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3 comments:
Now you are even....
Thank you for the laugh! Glad to know I'm not the only one such things happen to :)
Oh marriage.
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