Grrrr

So.

The next to last batch of cookies was in, and almost done. I had a nature call, and asked my loving husband to take the cookies out when the timer went off.

This he did, and when I returned from communing with nature, I asked him if he started the next batch.

“No.” says he.

“You didn't turn off the oven, did you?” says I.

“Nope, I didn't think you were finished.”

“Good! I'll go do the last batch!”

The last batch goes in the oven, and I set the timer and toddle off back to the computer.

Time passes, the timer goes off. I go down and open the oven. Hmm. Doesn't seem as hot as before. Hmm again – my cookies are mere puddles of goo, instead of the firm chocolatey goodness they should have been.

I glance at the oven control – OFF it informs me.

“ROB!!” I shreik.

Sigh… ok, NOW they're cooking.