Connolly

Great Story

So there I was. Sunday night, our apartment is the happneing place around here so I decided I would make brownies. I preheat the oven and mix the brownies (just box brownies), and keep smelling this awful, I mean AWFUL smell. . . People in the living room start saying, "what is that smell?" "I thought you said you were making brownies; not fetta and swiss cheese crisps. . . I look at the oven and there is smoke coming out of the vent on the top. I open the oven to find . . . my missing flip flops burnt and smoking. Fortunately they were on the top rack. Camron pulled them out and at first they were super flimsy but one minute later they were as hard as rocks . . . needless to say I threw them away.

The next day I had this conversation with Ali.
Lonna: "Where's mommy's black flip-flops?"
Ali: "I hide them!"
Lonna:"Where did you hide them?"
Ali: "In the oven; and I lock it"
Lonna: "Mommy cooked them cuz she didn't know that they were in there!"
Ali: "You don't eat shoes mom!"
Lonna: "OK I won't eat them, if you promise not to hide things in the oven any more!:)