BC remarked: “mama, do you know the house is all smoky? have you been cooking again? did the smoke alarm go off and i missed it?”

i’m a great baker. i’m a terrible cook. i’m so sorry, farberware stockpot. you deserved better. RIP, old friend.

[note to my brother larry: hey, remember when you got me this for my wedding present? (oh. i didn’t think so. see, mom bought it and slapped your name on the card. really.) well, it’s been 17 years. i need another one. thank you.]