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 ( Read more... )