Clara's Corner: Have you Ever Seen a Melted Spatula?????

Monday, August 14, 2006

Have you Ever Seen a Melted Spatula?????

Well, Now you have seen a melted spatula.....Hee...Hee. I think it looks like a work of art!!!! This morning after I made my husbands breakfast, I didn't feel the best in the world, so I went back to bed for a few minutes while he read the paper. Today is his birthday and I am thinking of buying him a new skillet and a new spatula!

4 comments:

Moobear said...: hahahahah, my first ever seen burnt spatula, I will hafta admit clara. Cute picture and post, but I hate it happened to ya. Keep up the good work friend!
God Bless!; 10:06 AM
Marci said...: I am so glad it did not start a fire. Spatulas and skillets can be replaced. You CAN'T!!!!; 1:01 PM
Rachel said...: I have never seen a burnt spatula before! That would have been a gooey mess when it was melting. Glad you didn't touch it.; 9:56 PM
Reviekat said...: I didn't know spatulas could melt! I'm glad it only melted and that you are okay. :); 6:22 PM

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