Really Bad Cooking

Last night, my dinner exploded in my face. I grilled yellow squash. I made two twice-baked potatoes - one for me and one for my partner. (LOL. I'm using this term as you recommended from my other story "Your Baby is a Bastard.") I marinated chicken in italian dressing, and then I baked it. Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. The timer on the stove went off. I grabbed the black oven mitts out of the cabinet under the sink, then I opened the…