Tonight we made soup and served it in bread bowls. I know. I'm that good. We had to heat the bowls up in the oven, to which Ricardo got all excited and exclaimed, "Hey, there's a bun in your oven!"
I, thinking it was so clever and funny just had to call someone. See, the irony is that MY "oven" doesn't really cook buns anymore. If you need a detailed explanation, just call me. Make sure you're comfy and have a nice warm cup of coffee because it'll take a while, and at the end of it, you'll just say, "Bless your heart!"
I dialed up the perfect pal who would be a little stunned at first, then remember my drastic measures, and then giggle with me. It was perfect.
Ring-a-ling
"Hey girl what's up!?"
Me giggling, and then: "Girl, I called to tell you I've got a bun in the oven!"
"Oh, you too?"
I'm sure I said something clever and funny and then interrupted myself, "Wait, did you just say, 'You, too?"
"Yes."
Super. Just like her to steal my thunder like that.
Dear MOTR,
Can we agree to not talk on the phone about your "oven"?
did this friend happen to be "bff-ne"? :)
Hi Allie,
Ooooh, I'd be in SOO much trouble if it was BFF-NE! It's not Julz. Although, I've wished twin boys on her...she's not obliging my psychic claims just yet.
Are you all insane!! Not only do I not have a bun in the oven, I am refraining from baking in order to not have one! Kidding! Maybe next Christmas! Congrats to who ever it is! I have my hopeful guesses...
I know who it is, but I am sworn to secrecy. And for the record, I am not the father...