do I Really Want to Know What Happened?

Just when I think I have seen it all, I get another surprise.  This story comes at the request of the kids in the family and maybe for the "Admiral" it is a bit of a lesson on why he should go to church on Sundays instead of staying home alone.  This one took place during the year that "Mini Me", "Max" and the "Admiral" were living with us.  The whole family (minus the "Admiral") headed for church as we do every Sunday. 

Of course, we cannot physically go anywhere together by virtue of our numbers.  It takes several vehicles to get us there.  We caravanned home and I was the last one in.  I was extremely aggravated as soon as I got out of the car.  Sitting outside the door was a large bag of garbage.  Really!?  We can't even be bothered to take the garbage out properly?!  The best we can do is set it outside the door?!

I walked into the kitchen, out for blood and ready to strike.  The rest of the family was in the kitchen waiting.  I should have smelled a rat.  It sort of reminded me of coming home to my patio table being shot!  The "Admiral" had his head in his hands.  I couldn't even get a word out.  As I entered the kitchen, my eyes went in the direction of the stoves.  Did I mention that the front was completely off one of the ovens?  Oh, the door was there but it had no glass or handle!

Now comes the story.  The "Admiral"  was hungry.  He decided to make Jalapeno poppers for breakfast.  Don't even think about asking why.  He put them in the oven and tried to turn it on.  Notice that I said "tried".  He did turn the oven on but he also somehow managed to apply the lock that is used for the self-cleaning cycle on the oven.  He tried to open the door when he thought they were done and couldn't get it to open.  He immediately started texting us at church.  I do remember giving the boys "The Look" for texting in church.  I vaguely remember being asked about the lock.  In his panic to open the door, the "Admiral" pulled with every ounce of strength and fear that he had and jerked the handle right off the tempered glass door, shattering the glass. 

Now that isn't even the kicker to this story.  The reason that it was so important to get that oven open, is because he didn't want us making fun of him for cooking Jalapeno poppers on the lid to a pot.  He couldn't find the baking sheets that were right in front of him and used a pot lid.  By the way, the lid had a rubberized handle on it.

Just another day at our house!