Anybody who knows me knows I am creative- in ALL areas of my life. So, why does a (male) friend call, ask what I'm doing and then act surprised when I'm vacuuming out my oven... and even sound a bit concerned at my choice of early morning activities??? There's a perfectly logical explanation.... my gas cooking stove is not level. I'm not strong enough to level it, so I live with it. The pineapple-upside-down cake cooked over the top of the pan because the pan was not level inside the oven. The spill made a nasty burned-on mess in my oven. I used the self-cleaning oven feature which reduced the good-sized boil over to a large pile of white ash. Rather than try to use a damp paper towel to get the ashes out of there, and possibly shove some ash thru the heat openings and into the lower innards of the oven, I simply vacuumed up the ash. Now all that long explanation is because this friend couldn't/wouldn?t simply accept that I chose to vacuum my oven in the privacy of my own home and let it go at that.
And then he forgot why he called in the first place and had to call back again when he remembered. But he sure didn't ask what I was doing the second time he called.
Sheesh! Men!!!
Leslie & The Furbabies in MO.