Mouserocks: Glad to have you rolling in the aisles.
I didn't see that coming at all! I was a little confused at first by Martha's lack of overreaction.
Yes, I was worried about that, too. Maybe I'll crank it up a bit for the Archive version; although, since Martha speaks woman, and knew what Lois was up to, she correctly assumed 'gingerbread' house.
And then Martha asking about "their" house, I was like /dizzy/ did they move to Kansas?!
When you marry a Kansan...
Great little twist! I can see that happening!
Uh... 'cause it did kind of happen to me?
You'd think my family would've learned not to disturb me while I'm in the midst of trying to bake something new. Ha! My hubby made the mistake of calling while I was smoke detector deep in burning gingerbread house. /This is when I discovered that cake mix boxes have shrunk, but my recipe called for the old box size./
Thanks for stopping by.
Caught another one!
This story TOTALLY caught me off guard! But as I read, I wondered how Martha of all people could have missed smelling smoke!
Does smoke smell worse than manure?
She *was* mucking out a stall.
After that, all I could do was read and chuckle as the fic unfolded.
I'm glad you were entertained. Thanks for reading.
