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Tim Koyen
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« on: February 19, 2010, 03:17:53 PM » |
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So I'm sitting in living room watching Hogan's Heroes, eating my lunch, when TJ says he's making a frozen pizza.
Pretty soon we're sitting there and I say, "what the hell is that smell?...are you burning some wood?". TJ says, "I dunno, maybe its the pizza". Lo and behold, he put the cardboard in the oven with the pizza. He fishes it out and peels the cardboard off. Now the room is a bit smokey and the smoke detector down the hall starts going off. TJ goes down to reset it and puts the pizza back into the oven on a metal pizza pan.
Ten minutes, and 2 smoke detector resets later, TJ pulls the pizza out again. This time there is a fracas in the kitchen, so I'm like "what the hell is going on in there?". TJ says "Oh Jesus, as if things could get any worse, we're out of paper towels!" So I go into the kitchen to see why he needs paper towels (Lord only knows with him).?.. Apparently, when he took the pizza out of the oven, he set it on a ziploc bag that was on the counter. Well of course the bag immediately melted onto the hot metal pan. So he's holding the pan up trying to scrape off the melted plastic, when the pizza slides off the pan and land face first all over the front of the microwave. Hence, the need for the paper towels to clean up the tomato sauce covered microwave. What a mess, what with all the melted plastic, pizza crumblings and tomato sauce. Plus, that $#%@$^ smoke detector is still beeping!!!!
Everything at our house is a fiasco.
When TJ was a baby, I dropped him on his head. I mean it was an accident and all, but it did happen. It was only like a 3 foot fall, so it's not like I threw him off the roof. Anyway, there are times I think he may be a bit "unbalanced" as a result.
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