It’s been rather relaxing to rest at home instead of going to work. I figured with all my spare time, I’d clear out the Zen Room (so named because we’ve spent a long time thinking about what it should be called). Mr. Capp got an upright freezer for free and had been “storing” it in the hallway, so I moved it to a newly cleared space. One of the things that got removed was a bag marked “Rags” that Dr. Evil had brought over to the house. I looked inside and there were all sorts of cut-up shirts, but thankfully, none looked familiar.
Then I moved the sorting baskets out of the laundry room and moved the ironing board in to the freshly vacated space. I even moved the junk off the dining room table and put on a new tablecloth. After all that activity, I felt so domestic I decided to make some chocolate chip cookies. I mixed up the dough and dropped it on to my brand new baking sheet. When I opened up the upper oven door, I discovered that the new sheet was too long and wouldn’t fit inside.
You know how they say necessity is the mother of invention? Well, I thought I was being all clever by tilting the baking sheet and cramming it inside the oven to get the cookies baked. It wasn’t until I was finished that I thought to check the lower oven. I’d assumed the top and bottom ovens were the same size, but it turned out the lower one is larger and the sheet would have fit perfectly. I munched my lopsided cookies and pondered my lack of foresight concerning oven sizes.