tenlittlebullets | (no subject)

Okay. Let me try to explain my living situation here. I'm living with my mom in a little house about a half mile away from the house I grew up in, which she bought with the intention of fixing it up, living in it for a while, and moving to the West Coast after selling it for an extortionate price. Unfortunately, we're still in the fixing up stage; until last week all the tubs leaked, there's still ugly wallpaper and uglier light fixtures all over the place, and the bathroom door had to have the latch dismantled because my mom closed the door and it locked her in and I had to pry it open with a Swiss army knife. The kitchen is really dire; it's on the same circuit as the back bedroom, so whenever someone tries to run more than one appliance (space heater, microwave, hot plate) the circuitbreaker trips and the power goes out in that part of the house. Before they installed grounded outlets one of the contractors who's working on the kitchen tried to plug in some device there, and when he turned it on it arced halfway across the room, burned a hole in the sink, and threw him to the floor. The electrician says if we try to use the stove we might as well just call the fire department in advance, so the stove/oven is permanently unplugged.

Therefore, when my mother decided she wanted to bake me a birthday cake, we had no oven in which to do so. So she, in her infinite wisdom, decided to bake it anyway... in the toaster oven.

The first attempt burned on top but will probably be edible once said burned parts are scraped off. The second attempt just came out and I haven't seen it yet, although it does not smell like it burned.

This whole affair amuses me greatly for some reason, all the more so because it sorta worked.