Baked

My sister pushed me into the oven today.

Let me back up a bit. Our kitchen has two stoves: a medium-old one that isn't working right now, and a really old one that was used to tuck away the bread while it was rising. This oven is so old that the outside heats up whenever it's being used.

My sister, the photographer, was making cookies. I moved to grab something off the counter beside her and she, likely thinking I was moving in to grab a handful of dough, slammed her entire self back against me, and flung me against the burning-hot edges of the oven.

I let out a shriek of pain and then started laughing too hard to yell at her.

If my sister bakes a house of cookies, I sure won't be snapping off any siding or eating any gum drop windows.