I feel like confessing something. And what better forum than Siriously? I'm Serious? So here's the latest edition... Kitchen Shame.
Those ridiculously cute kids are my brother and sister, Hannah and Dylan. Twins, turning 25 in June. When they were little, like in the photo, I went through an evil, bossy, I-am-the-most-important-person-in-the-world phase. We all did, right? Oh, that was just me? You lie. Anyway. One day I was making cookies, and I thought it would be HILARIOUS to play a little joke on Hannah and Dylan. So I yelled FIRE. Loudly. Because that's funny, isn't it? It's a good time when you frighten small children into thinking their house is about to burn down with them in it. Oh dear. I thought confessing this would make me feel better, make me laugh, but now I just feel terrible. Now when I look at that picture, I don't see their smiles. I only see them clinging to each other in sheer horror. I'M SORRY, BROTHER AND SISTER! I DIDN'T MEAN IT!
*So, what's your most shameful kitchen deed? Whether it be accidental, or on purpose... like poisoning someone?