The children are helping clean the house as I buzz around the kitchen, pleased at how the day is going.
The house is coming along nicely. There is a fruit salad in the fridge, crudite carefully cut and prepped, and a roast in the crock pot, all set for dinner.
The final touch will the the homemade chocolate cake, Ricky's (oh I mean Troy's) favorite.
[In case you can't tell...it's all going too well at this point.]
So...with everything cooked or nearly cooked, it's time to clean the kitchen.
I am wiping down the stove...and this is where the camera would pan in to watch me accidentally bump the temperature dial from a lovely 350 degrees to an unholy 500 degrees.
That's right. Totally unaware of the calamity that has just occurred, I go on my merry way, content to let the buzzer tell me that my cake it done.
Sadly for me...my nose told me first...as I smelled the acrid odor of charcoal emanating from the direction of my kitchen.
And thus concludes another episode. Tune in next time.