I few minutes ago, I popped something into the oven. (the real one. The easy-bake) and then I popped the number of minutes I wanted it to cook into the microwave timer and turned it on to 22 minutes. (I always use the microwave as a timer when I cook.)
Then I came in here and put the headphones on and started perusing AW. A few minutes later, I smell a weird smell. I looked over at Roscoe and Dylan (kittie-babies) and thought, I wonder what they've been into to make them smell that way. Because, as kittens, they're always into something, They;re practically urban-household-terrorists the way they trash stuff around here. So, I thought nothing of it.
A few minutes later I decide to go into the kitchen to check the oven for my dinner, and I glass at the microwave to see how many minutes are left, and I see smoke pouring out!
Seems like I pressed the start button instead of the timer button, and I have been cooking a full loaf of bread, plastic and all. (I also use the microwave as a bread box)
The bread was HOT, as in smoking hot...the plastic melted all over the place. . .and of course, Dylan and Roscoe are looking at me like I'm an idiot. (I swear they were grinning at me, like, 'What a dumbass!')
so, a word of warning. Don't do this, it stinks to high holy hell.
Then I came in here and put the headphones on and started perusing AW. A few minutes later, I smell a weird smell. I looked over at Roscoe and Dylan (kittie-babies) and thought, I wonder what they've been into to make them smell that way. Because, as kittens, they're always into something, They;re practically urban-household-terrorists the way they trash stuff around here. So, I thought nothing of it.
A few minutes later I decide to go into the kitchen to check the oven for my dinner, and I glass at the microwave to see how many minutes are left, and I see smoke pouring out!
Seems like I pressed the start button instead of the timer button, and I have been cooking a full loaf of bread, plastic and all. (I also use the microwave as a bread box)
The bread was HOT, as in smoking hot...the plastic melted all over the place. . .and of course, Dylan and Roscoe are looking at me like I'm an idiot. (I swear they were grinning at me, like, 'What a dumbass!')
so, a word of warning. Don't do this, it stinks to high holy hell.
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