Schadenfreude

I sniffed the air in the kitchen and asked Mr. Beetz what he was burning in the oven, which was set to a high temperature. He assured me he was following the instructions on the packet of cod fillets he was cooking. Feeling quite warm after a while, I asked from the next room that he open a window. He told me he was cold and the eleven year old said she felt indifferent. I kept folding towels until the explosion. The tempered oven glass he had been baking in shattered, with force, when it touched the counter. He said he got it when I came into the room to offer help and advice. I decided to just shut up as I gave him an empty paper bag and the dust pan n brush, to blog about it instead. I am feeling a lot more chipper, thank you. snirk. Let us all join in the dirision at Mr. Beetz's expense. It's O.K. He knows it was all Hasbro's fault.