Christmas. Was interesting. You know, your usual family, gifts, fire.
Imagine, a nice rainy Christmas. Turkey roasting in the roaster, potatoes on the stove, stuffing in the oven, cheese and other snacks out on the counter. Rock band being played by all the kids and the adults chatting and preparing dinner. When suddenly disaster happens. The potatoes start to boil over at an exceptional pace. By the time this is noticed it is too late. Water has seeped into the electrical panel. The display goes out. The stove and oven turn off. The oven timer begins beeping incessantly. It's like this little tick that doesn't go away. Always in the back of your mind. So we tried to shut the stove up. I think this made the stove mad. First we poured water all over it, causing it to freak out, then we got mad at it for freaking out. So, in retaliation the stove exploded. Smoke started pouring out. I looked at it and thought, "hmm, that doesn't seem good" and then flames shot out of the front. So I yelped a little bit, and moved. There was no large fire. The stove just self-destructed. Also, after that happened the oven came back on. I'm not sure why it wouldn't turn on earlier, but after a fire and small explosion than the oven can get hot again. Non sensical. If you really want to know the truth though, mom and the stove had this secret plan for the stove to be ruined so she could get a new one. That's the truth. I heard them discussing it the night before. She may deny it. But, I know the truth.
Oh. And everything was pretty much done cooking so Christmas dinner was not ruined. We ate. And we ate well!
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