of the melted tablecloth.
Our tablecloth is plastic. Not like cheap plastic, but it's plastic nonetheless.
So, the other night I was making a pazookie. (for those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically a half baked large cookie that you put vanilla ice cream on and eat. it's delicious.)
So I was really excited to eat it.
And I took it out of the oven, and was trying to put it down on the hot pad that I was holding it with. (You know, trying to shimmy it back so it's completely on the hot pad, but not too fast or it will burn you?)
And I didn't even think about how our table cloth is made of plastic.
So it touched it, and immediately melted and part of it stuck to the dish.
And I laughed, and then felt stupid, and then cried a little bit.
And Kyle, bless his heart, laughed a little and then immediately stopped as he saw how distressed it was making me. (really, why, Britt?? why do you cry over a melted tablecloth??)
Good times in our little apartment.