I set the oven mitt on fire again today.
You’d've thought I’d learned my lesson after the great muffin disaster… yeah, not so much.
Somebody send me back to kindergarten, or cooking 101, or wherever it is that they teach you how to not set kitchen accessories on fire.
The structural integrity of my house depends on it.
But do y’all know what’s better than setting an oven mitt on fire?
A beautiful sunset picture.
And that was your daily anti-joke: kskristy style.
For those of you who are completely confounded and confused, perplexed and puzzled, let me explain. An anti-joke is is a type of comedy in which the listener is set up to expect a typical joke, but the joke ends with such anticlimax that it becomes funny in its own right. The lack of punchline is the punchline.
I’m sorry. I really think anti-jokes are corny. But certain friends of mine have had a negative influence on me and fill my life with anti-jokes on a regular basis.
If you’re reading this, you know who you are.
And y’all better enjoy this one moment of glory because I will never tell an anti-joke again.
Instead, I’m going to work on finding a 12-step program that helps people who suffer from destructive behaviors like repetitively igniting oven mitts.
Wish me luck.