Turns out that it was just going to be a bad morning for me. I hurt my hand when I was hanging the flag on front of the house (8 yr anniversary of 9-11), tripped over some toys in the entryway, and I scorched the bottom of Becka's brand new lunchbox right off. She asked me to make her some ramen for her lunch, so I put the pot of water on to boil and went to the garage to grab a package of ramen. When I got back inside, I could smell a terrible burning smell, and ran into the kitchen to see that I had turned on the wrong burner, and her lunchbox happened to be sitting on it. She was not a happy camper and I felt terrible!
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