Eliza and Bex in the Kitchen

Saturday the 28th started out strange to begin with. I woke up in the guest bedroom and had no idea where i was. Then I found out my mother was gone to the BB gun pre-state match with Susannah and Abby. Then I learned that Jon had to take Catherine to work. So Eliza, Anna, and I were home all alone with no idea how we were going to spend our Saturday morning. Jon soon remedied that when he called to tell us to make a cake for our mother's birthday. He had bought cake mix, frosting, and watermelon-flavored sprinkles. (I didn't even kno they made flavored sprinkles) So, with no further ado, Eliza and I set to work. We split the two boxes between the two round cake pans and put them in the oven. About ten minutes later Eliza casually sniffed the air and asked,
"Do you smell something burning?"
We hurried over to the oven and cautiously opened the door. Smoke poured out and surrounded us. After I opened the door to the deck and the air had cleared we surveyed the damage. The cake pans had overflowed and the batter was dripping down to the bottom of the oven. We pulled out the pans and set them on the countertop. I went over to the trash can and took out the box. I then saw our mistake. We had put two cakes worth of batter into each pan! We had enough batter to make four cakes!! Just then Jon walked in. We explained what had happened and he said it was the last time he would ask us to make anything again. He had wanted Catherine to do it the night before while he and mom were out but he had forgotten.
We scooped out the extra batter from the cake pans, decided we would clean up the oven when the cakes were done, and stuck them back into the oven. Jon was on the phone talking to dad and we were cleaning the kitchen when all of a sudden he yelled out,
"Girls, fire!!"
The oven had a nice big fire started in it from where the cake had dripped. We quickly pulled out the pans, turned off the oven and tried to put the fire out. Eliza and i thought we should blow on it but when Jon looked at us like we were from a different planet we shut up. Jon told me to go tell dad that everything was fine and that he was taking care of it. I hurried over to the phone and tried to do just that but my dad didn't fall for it.
"Whats this about a fire? What happened?" he asked.
"Well, eliza and i were making a cake" i started
I couldn't even get the rest of my sentence out when he burst out laughing. Between chuckles he told me to make sure we didn't put water on it. I looked up just in time to see Jon about to do just that. He was holding a rag dripping with water and was about to throw it on the fire with Eliza looking on. I yelled,
"Stop!!! Dad said you shouldn't do that."
Jon came over and took the phone and asked if he could call dad back after we had put it out. Then he came over and shut the oven door. Of course the fire then went out. Eliza and I looked at him with shining eyes. Our Hero!! He looked at us for a few seconds, shook his head, and told us to finish cleaning and make sure we cleaned the bottom of the oven BEFORE we put the cakes back in. One fire and a lot of icing and sprinkles later, we had a beautiful cake on our hands. Eliza told my mom about it after we went to bed and the next day my mother told just about everybody at church. Catherine told everybody else.
Sunday was normal enough. This time Abby was sick and Jon had to stay home with her. After church I learned that once again we were going to the Browns. I hopped into the drivers seat in their van and informed those who were in there that I was driving them home. I then proceeded to break the the steering wheel. (i actually just adjusted it but i didn't kno that and i was freaking out until Anna B. reached around me and fixed it) Then David came out and waved the keys at me and then stuck them in his pocket, laughing at me the whole time. Mr. Brown came up and asked me just what in the world i was doing. I informed him that i was his chauffeur for the day and that we would be taking the senic route home. He, the good police officer that he is, asked to see my drivers license and registration. I told him that i had forgotten it but he said that you needed to have your drivers license and registration on you at all times when operating a motorized vehicle. He wouldn't give me a break and when David threatened to take me home with them i quickly slid out.
We went home and took care of the livestock and then went on to the Browns. Once we got there i hardly had time to say hello to Mrs. Brown before i was being swept along upstairs to recieve my airsoft gun and ammunition.(slight exaggeration) Then Ben, Stephen, Eliza, and I all went outside. It was almost dark and pretty wet outside. The boys decided they wouldn't give me safety glasses because they were such good shotsand would never hit me in the face. After being shot at several times we finally went back inside. I pulled out my graph notebook and commenced to design. We upheld our tradition and left at about 11. That night i noticed about ten welts all over my legs from our totally unfair war.
Till next time