Deep breath.
So anyway, I'm browsing in the cookware section and there's all kinds of pots and pans and I finally choose a big-ass heavy duty frying pan, pay for it and haul it home.
You guys. It's the most awesome pan in the world.
Everything that I've cooked on it has come out perfect.
It's beautiful.
We're in love, my pan and I.
Or is it "my pan and me?" Grammar police? What say you?
Anyway.
I'm thinking of giving my pan a name because we have a Relationship going on now so what's a good name for it?
Oh. Duh. Peter. Get it? Peter PAN??
Work with me, people!
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Peter:
Isn't he GORGEOUS??
Yes, he weighs a ton and has to be washed by hand instead of just tossing him the dishwasher but I DON'T CARE, I LOVE HIM AND WE'RE GOING TO BE TOGETHER 4EVR!!
Kelly
+
Peter
4 EVr
And filed under "Weird Stuff" (not like me being in love with a frying pan is weird or anything), Thing 1 went to change the oil in Big Red and found this tied to the undercarriage:
There's only one obvious explanation for this:
MORE COWBELL!!
There's only one obvious explanation for this:
MORE COWBELL!!