I put some bread in the oven for supper and not too long after that, I smelled something strange. I sailed into denial, until the stench overpowered me. I peeked into the oven and found a boiling pot of Crazy Bones.(My 9 year old collects these...plastic whatevers.) Nothin says lovin like some boiled toys from the oven. Happy Balentimes Day!
3 comments:
what on earth were they doing on the OVEN?
Somebody had to say it...
You would have to ask Nathers.
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