When I was in boarding school, the girls in my dorm decided one Saturday morning to tie bed sheets together and climb down. No particular reason; we could have used the stairs, but this seemed like a good idea at the time.
What was your “kiddie disaster”?Ok, this is going to give away my age, but we lived on a farm in the boonies so it may be understandable. We had just gotten natural gas piping, and a brand new gas stove. I decided to make my speciality, homemade biscuits for her the next Mothers day. I had seen my mother lighting the oven, so I figured I knew what I was doing, and turned the oven knob to get the gas going. The big box of kitchen matches was empty, so I went to find some. Finally found some next to Dads pipe in the den, went back to stick a lit one under the broiler where the gas came in, and bam!The stove was ok, but the wall paper wasnt. Neither were my eyebrows or eyelashes. They had disappeared. My face was red (and painful) for quite some time too. My brows and lashes grew back, thicker and longer than ever for which my Mom was very grateful. (me too!)Mom got her kitchen remodeled so she wasnt real upset with me but she made me learn how to use that stove so well that eventually I was the main biscuit maker until I went off to college. I love my electric oven nowadays because I never have to light it and think about my first experience with a gas stove.
Templo S.U.D. about 9 years ago
I actually do NOT want to put two and two together.
rubinocreative Premium Member about 9 years ago
Ya see what I did there?
x_Tech about 9 years ago
In 5…4…3…2…
SusanSunshine Premium Member about 9 years ago
GROG Premium Member about 9 years ago
I see nothing.
neverenoughgold about 9 years ago
What was your “kiddie disaster”?
Uhhh, disaster is singular in your question…
Dani Rice about 9 years ago
When I was in boarding school, the girls in my dorm decided one Saturday morning to tie bed sheets together and climb down. No particular reason; we could have used the stairs, but this seemed like a good idea at the time.
Trust me. It wasn’t.
Linda Solomon about 9 years ago
What was your “kiddie disaster”?Ok, this is going to give away my age, but we lived on a farm in the boonies so it may be understandable. We had just gotten natural gas piping, and a brand new gas stove. I decided to make my speciality, homemade biscuits for her the next Mothers day. I had seen my mother lighting the oven, so I figured I knew what I was doing, and turned the oven knob to get the gas going. The big box of kitchen matches was empty, so I went to find some. Finally found some next to Dads pipe in the den, went back to stick a lit one under the broiler where the gas came in, and bam!The stove was ok, but the wall paper wasnt. Neither were my eyebrows or eyelashes. They had disappeared. My face was red (and painful) for quite some time too. My brows and lashes grew back, thicker and longer than ever for which my Mom was very grateful. (me too!)Mom got her kitchen remodeled so she wasnt real upset with me but she made me learn how to use that stove so well that eventually I was the main biscuit maker until I went off to college. I love my electric oven nowadays because I never have to light it and think about my first experience with a gas stove.
ChukLitl Premium Member about 9 years ago
We didn’t have gnomes, but there were fun things about building models besides the glue. Incendiaries put on a better show than explosives.
neverenoughgold about 9 years ago
Amen to that, bev…