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I like my oven, but do not like myself it

Lisa

Today, I am going again to speak about a difficult love story. I and my oven.

I had cracked on him: of occasion, but still nice. And especially he had a function flash of quick great preheating.

Then suddenly, I I told myself but in what this serves function " normal heating "? And I decided to use only function flash, which allows you to avoid the 20mn of preheating when you burst the slab and that you want your SUPPORTING pizza or otherwise you eat your cat.

And then at the end of 3 quiches well done above but crude downstairs, I understood knack: function flash this heats that above. Damned. First bungled blow.

Another day, this summer, I was in shorts at home. I have a pizza cooked, I take it out from the oven and there, I overturn her on legs. I howled so extremely that the cat went to hide (and not even ate all decoration fallen over). Of course, I went under the shower by crying, cold water during 5 minutes, but I nevertheless had blisters. And 6 months afterwards, I still have marks / scars on thighs. I more dare to put on in swimsuit. Already that the cellulitis and the purple stretch marks it was not top, but I have no force, if I am asked from what this comes these marks, said about burns of pizza Second bungled blow.

Since I am wary A DEAD when I open my oven.

But this does not have is enough

The day before yesterday, I get ready of great toasted ham and cheese sandwiches. It is forgeries are crunchy - monsieurs, that is that it is bread / butter / ham / washer of tomato / mixture egg-Gruy re cheese. At the time of taking out the one who was most him better wholesale trade (otherwise it is not odd), I see that he begins leaning dangerously. I have just had the time to elude for step to find me with marks on calves this time, but it nevertheless fell in the bottom of the oven. Side spread of course. Therefore I spoilt a toasted ham and cheese sandwich, and now each time I light my oven, this smokes and this stinks of the burnt egg. Beep is delirious mega groove Third bungled blow.

But I persist and sign, this oven of shit will not have my skin, I have recently won a small victory by achieving my tartiflette in perfection! On the contrary I am wary of him as plague now

4 peeling and 2 shearing tattle to I like my oven, but do not like myself it

emanu124 Says:
November, 10th, on 2008 at 10:17
And good! it is what mark, that is avoided?

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Lisa Says:
November, 10th, on 2008 at 10:21
Arthur Martin: whore, in more they are 2 to want my skin!
Pimousse Says:
November, 10th, on 2008 at 22:31
ah slim, but it is it which has can etre one worries with the door or with the grid on which you put down your preparations. in any case, I commiserate, because between he blisters, brulures, fright, you own property morfler with your pizza.

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Lisa Says:
November, 10th, on 2008 at 22:32
Nonon, it is my hands, bewitched by his heat, that make anything