Ok.. so yesterday. Hah! I said nothing was going on. (ARRGH I said it again, but I don't mean it now, just saying what I said before, so god so help me if this mess starts all over.)

Anyway. Ok, so right after I wrote that short entry I decided I'd whip up an angel food cake. My mom made one (she's always making them and they're SO good) and I was craving. So I made it up but I didn't have a tube pan, was going to use the bundt pan and not put as much of the batter in it. So I had the extra batter on the counter, in a microwave safe dish, and thought.. hmmmmmmmm.. what if I microwave it for a bit? what the heck. So I do.. I put it in the microwave on med high for 8 minutes. I go upstairs and start working on picking out a seam where I screwed up on a dress. I smell smoke. Come down stairs and theres like 3 minutes left on the nuker.. the living room is FULL of smoke. The kitchen is FULL of smoke. I could just barely breath.. totally freaked out.. I found anna under a blanket in the living room, and had amanda under my arm.. I opened the front door and set them both outside and told my neighbors to wait right there and I'd be right back.. I was talking so fast they prolly didn't hear a word I said.. but the smoke coming out of the door should have said enough. I flipped the breakers in the kitchen (didn't know which was the right outlet but all the kitchen ones are marked with green tabs) and pushed the door thingly open so the inside would cool off. there was a huge black LUMP that looked like a deflatable football. ack!! So we stay outside and try to let the house air out, didn't call the FD b/c there wasn't a fire or anything,since I turned the microwave off.

I go back in, and get my camera to take a pic of the microwave nightmare, take a few shots of the babies bumbling around outside, get a pic of the microwave, come back in and.. somewhere between here and there I lost my camera!! I can't find the damned thing *anywhere* so yeah, I'm freaked. and sad. I LOVE my digi cam. I'm thinking anna hid it like she did my keys, I can't remember leaving it outside.. seems like I left it on the counter, but with my brain all frazzled? who knows.. Send some "come back home camera" vibes for me k?

Anyways.. so shortly thereafter ashtyn comes screaming for a big box. LOL.. didn't know what that was about but since I'm the box queen we quickly found one and she ran off to the building behind us.. comes home with a hampster all dirty but cute as could be. I was all.. "Ummmm who's is that?" she said she didn't know, all the kids said they went knocking on doors to find his home, couldn't trace him, then she starts begging me (along with the other neighborhood kids!) to keep him. I said I have to call your daddy and ask first. So I called. It went like this.

"HI hon!"

"hi ya!"

"I blew up the microwave"

"wha?"

"yeah I tried to cook a cake in it and I think it shorted or something because it went nuts and now the cake looks like a blackened deflated football. But it's about as heavy as a piece of styrofoam"

"Ok..."

"And.. ashtyn found a hampster. Can she keep him?"

"where did she find him?"

"In the road, seems he escaped from somewhere and made a good treck so far, they can't find the owner"

"they poop in the cage"

"Well not if you hold him and let him go on your hand"

"shut up"

"ok. Can she keep him? He's all furry and cute."

"are you going to take care of him? They poop in the cage"

"yes"

"I guess it's ok."

"k"

"K, gotta do the casino boogie now"

"K love ya bye"

"love you to"

click.

So ashtyn's ALL happy. We put him in a basket with a locking lid (wicker type) and back in the box. We went to walmart and bought $40 worth of hampster crap. Come home, gone *maybe* 30 minutes. hampster is gone. I said anna shut the door. Anna shuts the door and we hear EEKK EEKKK EKK.. ugh. Now there is a dead hampster stuck in my door. I freaked, prayed to god He'd send prozac real soon cause I couldn't deal. Go to my neighbors again and said I needed help.. he got the hampster out and I checked pulse and all. He was a goner. =O( Ashtyn screamed and cried and just.. omg it was awful. He was so damn CUTE too. I hate it. It makes me sick when I think about it, but it was a total accident.. So we buried him, fixed up the cage and I told ashtyn I'd get her one at the petstore today. Which I did. Now she is the proud owner of Mac n Cheez, two dwarf thingies that are little babies.

So now she's all happy, and I'm not cause I forgot they fuck like rabbits err hampsters and if we have buttloads of babies and yall laugh at me I'm going to mail each of you one. so NAH. No really, we'll prolly just be free breeders and return newborns (after they're old enough of course) to the store to sell. No biggie.

Still haven't found my camera but I'm hoping it will pop up and I wasn't a dumbass and left it outside for these other ghetto neighbors to steal. blah.

Now, I'm off to sew!