Last night, after we got home from church, I started dinner while dh and dd went upstairs to change.
I took all my baking pans out of the oven (I have no cupboard space, so they are stored there) and placed them on top of the stove. I turned the oven on and put in the bread to warm.
I grabbed a sauce pan and put in on the stove and turned on the burner. I got a jar of spaghetti sauce and tried to open it. The stupid thing would not open. I tried and tried. I did every trick I could think of.
I took the sauce pan off the burner, and turned to head upstairs to get my dh to open the sauce for me.
As I got around the corner, I hear a loud BOOM.
I had turned on the wrong burner! I turned on the back burner, which was underneath a class casserole dish, which exploded when it got hot enough. There were glass shards all over my kitchen.
If I had been able to open that spaghetti sauce, I would’ve been standing right there, stirring it!
So my dh and I started cleaning up the mess, and I thought, you know what? I’m going to try that spaghetti sauce again.
Sure enough, it opened up, first try, no problem. Like butter baby.
My mother in law says my guardian angel must be getting gray, with all the work he has to do.