Tracie and I apparently need to stay out of the kitchen. It has become a war zone in there, and we ain’t winning.
Last Thursday night I was making spaghetti and when I started to prepare the noodles, I turned on the back burner instead of the front and realized it when the cord to my toaster went up in flames.
(yes the toaster cord was too close to the burner, so bye bye toaster cord!)
So now I have to replace the cord, which looks easy to do. That is unless the cord costs more than a toaster, then we just get a whole new toaster! Or someone buys me a new one for Valentines Day! How romantic!
Then Tracie calls me and said she blew up her oven. Literally. BOOM!!!
Story (condensed verson) is she had the oven on, was in the living room when she heard a loud explosion and goes in to find the oven heating element split in 2, sparks flying, and her thinking she is about to burn her house down. She got it turned off and well now she cant cook/bake anything at her house. So tonight we are taking the boys (Nathan and Christian) for Subway and to go run their little legs off at the park, while we figure out when it is safe for us to go in the kitchen again.
No winner winner, no chicken dinner.
Yeah, maybe you both should take a break from the kitchen and just go out for chips, salsa and mas margaritas and call it a night