So, remember how I had my first little pregnancy brain moment on Monday? This was Tuesday. I turned the stove on to cook up some pasta for dinner. When I came back to the stove, I saw a red-hot burner lit up beneath a pan of brownies we'd been keeping on the stovetop--not under my pasta. I turned the burner off, and, hoping it would cool down without incident, left it there. And then the glass pan exploded.
Yup.
At least the house smelled like super-hot-almost-burned-but-not-quite brownies for a while.
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