While it was cooking, I placed some packaged cookies and muffins on top of the stove that were usually in the oven. Later while I was eating my pizza in my room, my dad called me downstairs. He starts telling me off really sternly saying,
“Jess, you can’t leave this stuff on top of the stove when you cook something in the oven. You see this?”
Some of the plastic packaging had melted. Not badly or anything but it was definitely melted. I started to laugh.
“I didn’t know!!!”
“It’s not art Jess! Ok? It’s not art!”
That made me laugh even harder. I’m pretty sure he was stoned.
The girl who just can't play it cool 