Here's the story...
I was getting out the mixer on Monday to make cookies with Jane for her birthday. Inside the bowl, was a ziploc bag of powdered sugar (for another project). I knew it was there. I was going to remove it once the mixer was on the counter. Somehow, while carrying it over, I must have bumped the switch. So when I plugged in the mixer...yep...you can imagine the white cloud that engulfed me and a good 25% of the kitchen. After I turned it off, and got over the initial shock, I began cleaning up. I apologized to Jane for making such a mess and delaying our project. She replied, "That's okay, Mom! Do you need my help? Anytime you need my help you just say, 'Gob dammit' and I'll come help you right away."
Ooopies.
4 comments:
HAHAHAHA!
Oh My Gob that was funny! xoxo
Love it!!! Been there done that.
ahhhhh. Say it ain't so. It's 5 AM and I am rolling picturing this whole scene. It's like your bat signal...just say gob dammit and Janie will be there!
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