Good heavens. I just opened my preheating oven and a gigantic fireball FWOOMPed out. Singed off most of the hair on my right arm, left the skin blushing pink, and charred and shriveled the hair it didn't take. Did a nice bit of work on my left arm, too, but nothing as impressive. Jeez. And I all I wanted was to warm up some naan. Does EVERYTHING
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The ferrets weren't in the kitchen when it happened, so it wasn't panic-inducing. Just appetite-killing and deeply weird to dust off the blackened remains of the hair on my arms and the back of my hand.
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Yeah, that smell IS really effective at killing the appetite...
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I haven't been posting much, sorry, Kim, but I've been reading -- and being glad that things are going better for you -- 'bout damn time.
Being THE BOSS and IN CONTROL and all, could you please give teh sparkly-brained one a smooch for me?
**hugs**
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Here's hoping this your only adventure for the week!
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Shit, I'm topped off on adventures for at least the next decade. I just wish the universe would stop ignoring the memo.
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Robot Phil says no more adventures for you.
(but we can still douse you if you're singed, right?)
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Dear lord. Heating up dinner should not be so hazardous! Glad you are largely unscathed!
-Samazon
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