While watching those brilliant criminal minds solve yet another gruesome case last night, my coma was interrupted by a commercial about fresh, hot biscuits...right out of your own oven in only eight minutes. Butter was dripping off them while honey was lazily poured on top. ARGHH, I needed those biscuits!!! I couldn't even doze back off when the program started again. I asked Debbie if she would go to the store as soon as possible to get two, no make that three cans of those golden biscuits. She told me we already had a can of biscuits in the fridge which I could make tomorrow morning if I wanted.
As soon as I woke this morning a little song (to the tune of "Can't Get Enough Of Those Sugar Crisps") started repeating itself in my brain. "Gonna git me some o' those biscuits, biscuits, biscuits". I got all dressed up for work, and I have to admit I looked pretty darn good. I turned on the coffee and pre-heated the oven....still singing "biscuits, biscuits, biscuits". I rummaged through the fridge in a near panic before finding the biscuits tucked way in the back...."biscuits, biscuits, biscuits"...I found a flat cookie sheet, greased it, washed off the grease after reading the instructions on the can, and slowly unpeeled the label off the can....AS instructed. One half inch into the peeling process I was surprised by a loud KABOOM! That can of biscuits went off like the Fourth of July. Little biscuit shrapnel covered my shirt, my face, my glasses, and my hair. Biscuit dough dotted the cabinets, the stove, a nice display of fresh oranges, and the ceiling. As I regained conscienceness and looked at what was left of the biscuit can I was able to make out the expiration date...July 24, 2012. I swear I heard Debbie giggling from the bedroom while I cleaned up the mess.