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| | | From: Jan53 (Original Message) | Sent: 12/1/2008 7:43 PM |
Just thought I'd share this for a laugh. My daughter sent an email saying that throwing your cell phone in the washing machine will get it really clean. Unfortunately, it won't work anymore. That would not be so funny, except..........a few months ago they sold their motorcycle for cash. The guy came and they were on their way out, so she threw the cash in the microwave thinking that would be a good hiding place. Hours later they came home and were going to reheat some leftovers. You guessed it! She didn't look , threw the leftovers in and started it. A few minutes later she walked into the kitchen and smelled something funny. LOLOL, the bills were scorched and almost on fire. She threw them into the sink to rinse with cold water. Then, after drying, they were relieved to see the serial numbers intact. The bank got a good kick out of that! I have to admit........like Mother, like daughter. I'm always doing crazy things like that.  |
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hehehe...she needs to get familiar with "Cold Hard Cash"...hehe |
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As long as we're sharing funny stories, I have several about my four year old.
Number one: About a year and an half ago, my son comes into the living room. In a quiet voice he says, "Daddy." "Yes," I answered. "Fire!" He screamed. I got up and went to the kitchen. My microwave looked like a glass front fireplace, and smoke was rolling out of the vents. I opened the door to find a lump of melted smoking plastic. The flames went out when I opened the door. A piece of metal stuck out of the top of the lump that looked a lot like the view piece of a microscope.
"What happened?" My wife asked. I calmly replied, "even though microwave and microscope have the same prefix, they are not compatible. 180 dollar microwave and a 60 dollar microscope was carried out to the trash.
The moral of the story: buy a microwave with a child lock built into the system.
Number Two: Two years ago my wife started the oven and put a roast in. She went to the living room to the living room and shut my then two year old in with her. We have large French doors separating the room from the rest of the house.
Fifteen minutes later, she opened the doors and smoke billowed into the living room. She ran to the kitchen through the thick smoke. The point of origin for the black sooty smoke was the oven. She grabbed the extinguisher from the cupboard and put out the fire in the oven. The walls and curtains were covered with black soot. The oven and floor around it was covered in fire retardant powder from the extinguisher.
She called me at work, and I came home. I opened the broiler door to find a lump of melted plastic. As I knelt on the floor wondering what it used to be, it all came clear. Neatly stenciled in small black letters was the word Kroger. I walked to the back porch and discovered that my grocery sack stash of about thirty bags that I used to carry clothes to and from work was gone. My son had stuffed them in the broiler without anyone seeing him do it.
The moral of the story? Check the broiler before turning on the oven. The dog might be in there.
Number 3: Two years ago, I heard the toilet flush. My son, came in the kitchen and said, "Daddy. Ball. Gone!" Two hours and a new wax seal later, my toilet was unplugged.
The moral of the story? Install lock high on bathroom door.
Number 4: My son was 18 months old. He knew how to unlock the deadbolt, and so, I installed a chain about 6 feet up on the door. He stacked boxes up to reach it, but he was still too short. He put all the boxes back and got my desk chair. He climbed on the desk chair, but was still too short. He climbed off the chair, pulled the handle to release the seat to its highest adjustment, climbed back on, and could reach the chain. Out the door he went with daddy right behind him.
The moral of the story? This kid is too damn smart for his and my own good.
Number 5 and most recent: I was firing up the furnace last month for the winter season and doing a clean and check. I used to work for a heating and cooling contractor and can do most repairs myself. This year the furnace wouldn't light. I beat my head against the cabinet, tested a switch, and then beat it some more. I found the switch that wouldn't work, so I pulled it out and bench tested. The switch was good. So now, I'm beating my head against the work bench because I'm gonna have to pay someone to look at my furnace. I must of beat it hard enough to shake loose the answer. I have a high efficiency furnace. That type of furnace uses plastic pipes leading outside to draw air in and exhaust fumes out. I popped the top off of the exhaust pipe and found a stuffed Spiderman ball blocking the pipe. A safety feature doesn't allow a furnace to light if the flue is blocked.
The moral of this story? If it's broken, but doesn't look broken, then interrogate my son. He probably did it. |
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Charley, you're raising a rocket scientist. |
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