Really? And I can keep it forever and ever?
I made a pizza last night. I heated up the oven and went to chat with the daydians while I was waiting. The buzzer goes off. I go back in, pick up the pizza cutter, and open the oven door. Apparently the oven had decided to make me my very own RoR. Except not the awesome one with hammocks and a litany of DA boys ready to do my bidding. No, my RoR was the final one, complete with lots of smoke and a couple of glowing, soon-to-be charred pieces of burned food. Not even a sad, wasted Seamus. Fail.
The pizza was really good, though, if you like charcol
The pizza was really good, though, if you like charcol