Really, how stupid are we?

On Friday, I had arranged for the littles and middles to go to daycare. I had been introduced to a friend of a friend of a friend who was relaunching her website and needed some quick copy writing and promotional work done. I did the copy writing work last weekend, at an agreed upon (verbal) of $100. Thursday and Friday were supposed to be the promotional work-submitting her site for link backs, writing small ads for relevant directories, etc. All of this in anticipation of a Saturday launch.

Well, by Wednesday, the friend of a friend of a friend had disappeared (as has, I fear, my verbally agreed upon $100). I went ahead and took the littles to daycare on Thursday, hoping that the client would show up or at least contact me by phone. Things happen, I understand, when you work at home and have children. Spent the day investigating domain names for a copy writing business to do on the side, putting together some articles for Associated Content, and contemplating that whole post I wrote yesterday.

By now, of course, I know that she isn't going to show up, but the middles have their heart set on going to daycare now. See, Miss Megan has this huge yard with fruit trees, and lots of cool outdoor toys-a big change from the yard in our apartment complex. So I take them up on Friday morning, and walk by the store on the way home to get some powdered donuts (hormonal craving) and some yummy lunch for Aimee and I. Since we never get to spend time just the two of us, I decided we'd at least have a good lunch together. I picked up some frozen lasagna that we could cook in the oven.

So I walk into the kitchen to put the lasagna into the oven, and I check the package to make sure I have the oven set on the right temperature, and here is what I read:

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees (check). Do not exceed 350 degrees (umm, OK). Remove tray from box (really? do I have to?). Remove film cover (check).
2. Assorted cooking instructions, which are logical and sensible.
3. (In bold print) Using potholders and both hands, carefully remove baking sheet with tray from oven and...(seriously? Seriously).

Is there someone out there so stupid that they won't protect themselves from the heat of the 350 degree oven, fling the baking sheet carelessly about, and then finally throw it across the room, hoping it will land on the dining room table?

Well, apparently there must be, as they felt the need to point out the need to not do so right there in the instructions.

Oh, and, by the way...I used a single clean kitchen washcloth, held in one hand, to remove the baking sheet. No one got maimed, burned or impaled, and the world didn't implode.

Phew!