Okay, so we have this running thing in my house where mom will microwave potatoes and then forget them, then I’ll find them later. Always mutilated. I really hate it.
Today, it was taken a step further.
I found this…this morning…when I went to cook something.
Surprisingly, it was Jo that did it, not my mother.
(Yes, I know our microwave is filthy, it was cleaned right after this photo was taken to avoid wrecking the image)