Oven has never been clean. I buy some deep clean oven cleaner that has to sit to break down all the stains and garbage that is stuck. I spray it at lunch on Thursday and tell her it needs to be wiped down. I get home, “oh I forgot.”
Fast forward to last night. She’s making cupcakes. “Do these taste weird to you?” Didn’t even click at first until I went to make bacon this morning, there’s white residue all over the oven.
Did you ever wipe this down? “Yes I did.” No, you didn’t. There’s cleaning solution all over the walls. “I don’t know what to tell you, I wiped it down!” No. You didn’t.
I’ll admit I forgot to wipe it down myself after the fact as well but shit just gets away from you. As
N20GT said the other week when she ran into the fucking side of the garage trim. I don’t care as much that you did it, you piss me off further when you lie to my face and tell me you didn’t when I can see PHYSICAL PROOF of the opposite of what you’re fucking telling me.