Mmmmm Burnt Bread.
So since Mark & I got engaged last weekend & we’re talking about a late fall, early winter wedding for next year we’ve both gone on a diet. Today is day 3 so far so good. Last night when I got in from my parents the last thing I wanted to do was make lunches but knowing the temptations of buying a lunch that might not be good for you or buying a lunch that you think is good for you when it’s not is too great so I made lunches.
I left the lunches sitting on the burners of my stove. This morning I get up & eat breakfast and decide that I would like a cup of tea even though I know I am not going to enjoy it as my tea bags have gone stale for some reason. I fill up my kettle turn on the back burner & go about my business.
Our kitchen starts filling up with smoke. I turned on the front burner & have managed to melt the zip lock bag Mark’s sandwich is in & burn the shit out of the bread. Not to mention I spent $22.11 on sandwich meat (that’ll last us for 2 weeks) & some of it is in the garbage now.
Poor Mark it’s like 7:15 am & I am standing in my kitchen cursing a blue streak & Mark is just standing there saying I don’t know how to help….. So I say something along the lines of “open the window” and “you’ll have to make your own damn sandwich” in a very sarcastic tone as I am thinking of all of the carcinogens we’ve just inhaled.
There really is no point to my story I just thought I would share it.
I left the lunches sitting on the burners of my stove. This morning I get up & eat breakfast and decide that I would like a cup of tea even though I know I am not going to enjoy it as my tea bags have gone stale for some reason. I fill up my kettle turn on the back burner & go about my business.
Our kitchen starts filling up with smoke. I turned on the front burner & have managed to melt the zip lock bag Mark’s sandwich is in & burn the shit out of the bread. Not to mention I spent $22.11 on sandwich meat (that’ll last us for 2 weeks) & some of it is in the garbage now.
Poor Mark it’s like 7:15 am & I am standing in my kitchen cursing a blue streak & Mark is just standing there saying I don’t know how to help….. So I say something along the lines of “open the window” and “you’ll have to make your own damn sandwich” in a very sarcastic tone as I am thinking of all of the carcinogens we’ve just inhaled.
There really is no point to my story I just thought I would share it.