Oh, no Siri. The oven caught fire?! That happened one time with our oven. Grease at the bottom of the oven caught fire and I was like, "Oh, no! Dad! There's a fire in the oven!"
Mom: "There's a fire in the oven?! Oh, no! Oh, no!"
His response. *Shrug* "Okay."
Me:
? "Should we--like--do anything?"
Him: "Nah, it'll burn out. Just keep the door closed."
He was right; it burned out. He's pretty relaxed.
Be gone evil extra words. Come again in another story. And bring the sub-plot that went the way of delete!!
Lol! Truly. Congratulation on cutting out some more words, Cathleen! You're turning into a serial word killer. Perhaps it's a good thing you gave sets of steak-knives away to critters, I'd be afraid what you might do to your story if you had more of them at your side ^.^
well former nursey came over today for 2 mts. and brought what little was left of her turkey! Her husband and granddaughter found our food 'n devoured it. Moral of this story: Don't tell folks to wait an extra day to visit if they're bringing food with them. lol. Hope your day is goin' super uber duper.
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They devoured your food?! That's so rude to me! I was raised that you never go into someone else's refrigerator. I know some people don't care either way, but I feel too awkward helping myself. As a kid, I hated going into my aunt's fridge even if she gave my permission and when I did, I only went for water. I feel like fridges are kind of like a family's personal space. To me, looking into someone's refrigerator is like looking into their checkbook, because I really believe refrigerators reflect a person's financial status--or at least their ability to cook ^.^