My round Pampered Chef baking stone met an untimely death today when it was used to make cheesy biscuits (the perpetrator shall go unnamed), and, while still hot, was placed in a sinkful of not hot water. Snap, crackle, pop! The poor child who caused this sad accident was later heard to say, "I forgot how to physics." Well, dear, Mother has made silly mistakes too. I'm not interested in replacing it, because I don't know that I want to own anything more high-maintenance than I am. Rest in peace, Pampered Chef baking stone. Sorry about the hot watery death.
Can you believe the way someone duped those poor Girl Scouts? My bloggy friend Kayelyn didn't have any Girl Scouts knock on her door to sell cookies this year, so she sent us some money and we're going cookie shopping tomorrow. So awesome of her. We might have to buy a couple boxes for our not-needing-cookies-at-all-but-are-suckers selves.