Tell Me Lies

It has been another busy day at the midden. 85 Chritmas themed biscuits baked and decorated (each of Satans Minions wanted to bake a batch so I let them do the dough a few days ago and seem to have rather over catered), cases packed for heading South for Christmas and the oven cleaned.

I have however been deceived. The oven cleaner I bought led me to believe that all I had to do was skoosh the stuff round the oven and into the bag provided (along with racks), wander off and leave it for a bit, give it a little rinse and hey presto- sparkling oven. Now, either the marketing people haven't actually tried their product (quite likely given that it is a male dominated occupation and despite the adverts I have yet to see a real man weilding a brillo pad) or they lied to get me to buy their product. Whichever it is I am mighty unimpressed with the amount of unexpected scrubbing I had to do to remove the escaped banana loaf and exploded fudge.

The second, and slightly more upsetting, lie was on the packaging of the dolls house for Minion number ones Christmas. The box was actually filled with miniature (slightly creepy looking) figurines and dinky (out of tune) guitars rather than the pretty pink dolls house I had been led to believe would actually be inside. We only discovered this tonight when the husband went to put it together. This unfortunately means an unplanned trip back to the shop for me tomorrow and a very bad day for whichever shopkeeper has to find me a replacement Cherryblossom cottage two days before Christmas.

This is a slightly grumpy Minion number two. She is cutting her top right canine and is making sure everyone knows it.



Quote of the day: "Well it's one less job for me before we go" (husband completely missing the point of the lack of dolls house)