today's story.
dad was cooking pumpkin seeds when we were like what the fuck ever we are bored let's go eat. so then we are eating enchiladas at Maudies and we are there for 20 minutes and we are like FUCK. the oven is on. because its just pumpkin seeds. they basically burn in like 5 minutes and then what? the oven is on fire and our house is burned down as far as we are concerned. and the lady is like waving around our credit card and we are like bolting.
so finally we get out the door, food half finished and we are driving home like maniacs. even at stop lights, dads foot is reving on the gas and we yell at everyone in front of us. and it gets comic. the longer we yell and are worried, the more giddy we get. we start making up scenarios about how bad our house looks and how the fire truck is already there. and by the time we get to our neighborhood we are laughing as hard as we can and we are asking each other if we can see the smoke or hear the fire engines.
and we get home and it looks ok and we run in the house and we run to the oven and the pumpkin seeds are basically black and sort of smelly, but no big deal and we are just laughing our asses off still. and we are like WHAT THE HELL.
basically we got saved by two things:
-dad thought he put it on 400 and really it was on like 200
-and also, we didnt factor in that it wasnt preheated.
but we were still laughing for like 30 minutes and had to go outside because the smell was so bad.
i just like the pure hysteria that comes with fear that is displayed in that story.
so finally we get out the door, food half finished and we are driving home like maniacs. even at stop lights, dads foot is reving on the gas and we yell at everyone in front of us. and it gets comic. the longer we yell and are worried, the more giddy we get. we start making up scenarios about how bad our house looks and how the fire truck is already there. and by the time we get to our neighborhood we are laughing as hard as we can and we are asking each other if we can see the smoke or hear the fire engines.
and we get home and it looks ok and we run in the house and we run to the oven and the pumpkin seeds are basically black and sort of smelly, but no big deal and we are just laughing our asses off still. and we are like WHAT THE HELL.
basically we got saved by two things:
-dad thought he put it on 400 and really it was on like 200
-and also, we didnt factor in that it wasnt preheated.
but we were still laughing for like 30 minutes and had to go outside because the smell was so bad.
i just like the pure hysteria that comes with fear that is displayed in that story.