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Last week, when my father came to visit Ryan and I, we had to pick up the house in seriously ten minutes while trying to get ourselves ready. We ended up throwing all of the dirty dishes in the oven. I thought Ryan took them out last night when he did the dishes. Today is his birthday, so I'm making him delicious cupcakes. I went to preheat the oven, and while I'm scooping the batter into each little paper cup, I keep thinking, "what is that smell?"
My heart seriously stopped.
I threw open the oven door and almost died. There were several tupperware containers in the oven, as well as our plastic pasta strainer and the top of our coffee grinder, which is plastic as well. They're all melted and all over the stove. This sucks. :\
Amazingly, though, the ice tray didn't melt.
My heart seriously stopped.
I threw open the oven door and almost died. There were several tupperware containers in the oven, as well as our plastic pasta strainer and the top of our coffee grinder, which is plastic as well. They're all melted and all over the stove. This sucks. :\
Amazingly, though, the ice tray didn't melt.