Wow! It's not been a great day, woke up to terrible back pains that no decent amount of pain killers could take away, and Fred sent me out for a spa treatment and said he'd take care of supper. What a sweety! I come home, and he's fixing a leg of lamb that he bought at a premium price, and the whole house smells absolutely divine. Potatoes aren't in the oven yet, and he's got Caroline in his arms, and she only wants her daddy, so I offer to take care of it. Quickly, I cut the potatoes, drizzle them with olive oil, lemon juice, garlic and some herbs, and open the oven to stash them inside. There, the roast is making some terrible spattering noises, and the dish looks very dry, so I figure I'll add just a tad of water to it... Bad idea. Next thing I know there's a huge explosion, the pyrex dish has shattered into thousands of tiny pieces in the oven, and the leg of lamb has got to be condemned. Sniff!! There are just days like this when you know you should just leave everything to someone else...
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