Have you ever searched and searched for your cordless phone? Mike and I took a trip to DC one year and when we returned we discovered we had one missing cordless. Looked and looked and finally declared it a casualty by the babysitters. (P.S. Still never found it after we declared it a casualty)
It was “go time” at our house 4:30pm. Kids are crazy and hungry, dinner needs to be done, house is a wreck, hubby is coming home… I preheat the oven for lasagna and take off like a cleaning tornado through the house. A new neighbor comes by to meet us and as I am talking to her I noticed an awful burning smell coming from within my house. I continue the conversation not to let on that I smell a thing. As soon as I close the door I dart to the oven to find…. a melted cordless phone. I know you are thinking Tyler and I was too, but remembered that this phone had been one of Briggy’s “treasures” for a couple of days. The house reeked of melted plastic for at least the rest of the night. But the lasagna didn’t taste like phone! Next time you are missing the cordless- check the oven!
It was “go time” at our house 4:30pm. Kids are crazy and hungry, dinner needs to be done, house is a wreck, hubby is coming home… I preheat the oven for lasagna and take off like a cleaning tornado through the house. A new neighbor comes by to meet us and as I am talking to her I noticed an awful burning smell coming from within my house. I continue the conversation not to let on that I smell a thing. As soon as I close the door I dart to the oven to find…. a melted cordless phone. I know you are thinking Tyler and I was too, but remembered that this phone had been one of Briggy’s “treasures” for a couple of days. The house reeked of melted plastic for at least the rest of the night. But the lasagna didn’t taste like phone! Next time you are missing the cordless- check the oven!
1 comment:
Ha ha! That is awesome. Go Brigs!
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