Tuesday, December 08, 2009
My House
smells like burnt peas. I burned peas tonight. I hate peas, I hate the taste, the smell, the texture, excuse me while I dry heave, but my kids need more green vegetables so I cooked peas, but they burned. Not only did they burn, they turned black and smoked and ruined my favorite corning wear dish. I thought I had the burner on low, but it was on high, and while I was in my room, they burned. And then when I left the house, I smelled like burnt peas and now, all I can smell is burnt peas and I've cleaned everything, deodorized everything, sprayed every room and it stinks. Help me. Oh and yesterday I ran over my neighbors mailbox. It's only Tuesday. I'm not having a good week.
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5 comments:
Oh, no! Here's hoping today is a much better day, with only pleasant odors in it. And I'm dying to know whose mailbox you ran over! Did I ever tell you about the time I backed my car into a pole? Ya, that was fun... ;)
Come to my house. It smells like creamy nutmeg, courtesy of bath and body works. Granted, your boys will probably catch the colds that my boys have (yes, they were healthy for not even a whole week before they got sick again) but at least it won't smell like burnt peas.
Haha...your posts are so cute. You make me laugh all the time!
LOL... that sounds like a typical Baugh to me.. I remember when I came over once and you guys had burned chocolate chip cookies. They looked like little black pieces of coal. open all your windows, turn on the fan and buy some febreeze... We need to get together!
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