Burnt Cookies and Curly Fries

first off, i'd like to apologize for taking so long, and to the Aunt Susan, i'll write as fast as i can :D so, for the two stories i promised. i decided i’d better tell the burnt cookies story first. it happened about two months ago, the beginning of December. my mom was making treats to give away, and she had to have treats for fifty people (she was making treat plates with a "group of friends") and decided to do congo bars. so, we made a triple batch. unfortunately, we ran out of eggs, brown sugar, and chocolate chips. we couldn’t go to the store because it was a sunday, so we borrowed them from a neighbor. we got the batch all mixed up, but something was a little off...to this day, i'm not sure what. for some reason, my mom decided that we could make them in jelley roll pans because we didn’t have enough glass ones. of course, me, being the observant person that I am, thought that it might not be such a good idea, but I didn’t say anything because I figured, hey, she must know what she’s doing. well, it turns out she was trying that idea out for the first time. she put them in the oven, and i came up to check on them whe the timer went off. *suspenseful music* i opened the oven, and to my surprise, out billows smoke! (now i'm not talking black smoke filled the room, i'm talking smoke came out and stang my eyes and made the room smell bad.) so, i wait for it to clear a bit, and pull out the cookies. the problems: the cookies weren't done; the oven was still smokey; the house smelled. now you may be wondering, "why on earth was the oven smoking?" here's why. the congo bars needed to expand, and they went up over the sides of the pans and dripped to the bottom of the oven where they promptly burnt and got themselves stuck. it was actually kind of funny looking because there was a ring of burnt cookie the size and shape of the jelly roll pans in the bottom of the oven. mom comes in, and i explain to her what has happend. she seems really upset, but i myself find the situation so totally ridiculous that i can't keep from laughing. so, now we have a whole new set of problems: the cookies have to go back in the oven to finish cooking; the cookies taste like the oven smells, so we have to get a new set of treats for the treat plates; the house still smelled, and people were starting to ask questions, and that is never a good thing in a stressful situation. we ended up making nut clusters, and cleaning the oven later. the ironic thing about cleaning the oven is that we had just cleaned it the week before from overflowing pies...or did that happen the week after? i'm not so sure anymore. that's the problem with waiting so long to tell these stories. okay, since oubviously i'm not straight on that story, i'll tell you one that is a little more recent, and this one comes with pictures. *cue ooooo's* so, the day started out as a normal day, people just going about their normal buisness. only younger than me one had to go to the dentist. he ended up having to get two teeth pulled, so he came home quite numb from the procedure. also, mom brought Arby's home for dinner when they got home. YUM! curly fries are the best part of arby's. however, we only had four orders of curly fries, so we all split them (but they were the larger size, so it was just fine). mine were on a plate. now, if you know much about our family, you might know that family dinners often times involve laughing, and lots of it. well, mike was laughing. now to fully understand this statement, you have to see what it looked like.

it looks funny when numb people laugh! well, that just made everyone laugh harder, including me. being the person that i am, i took a bite of my sandwich right before he started laughing again, and i laughed and started choking on it. don't worry though, i made it ok. i made the mistake of taking a drink after i was "done" laughing/choking, and then looking at younger than me one while drinking, and i started laughing again, and spewed my drink all over, and some of it got in my nose (didn't go out, but got in there). OUCH! so what i was doing was laughing, trying to breath, but not succeding, coughing, crying, and moving my curly fries off of my plate, because that is where most of the drink went. this is what i looked like.

actually, that's not what i looked like right then. that is what i looked like after older than me one said that i had something on my face under my eyes (mascara that was running), and told me to wipe it, and i did, and all it did was make my make-up streak. in conclusion, my curly fries were soggy, and i was saddened greatly by this, and ended having to eat soggy curly fries, which has never happened before, but let me tell you, they taste a lot better when they're crisp. (those stories always seemed better in my head. oh well.)