Here's a funny story about an unexpected functional change in my Pampered Chef Chillzanne platter brought about last week. As it happens, the tray was too large to fit into my current freezer anyway, so no harm, no foul.
It reminded me of another incident that happened years ago. We had company coming over and I didn't really have time to wash dishes, so I put my large cutting board, a painted holiday tray and some other miscellaneous housewares in the oven to get them out of the way. I'm sure you see where this is going.
A day or so later, my husband decided to turn on the oven and cook something. It was probably the first time he'd ever turned on the oven since I'd known him. Naturally, he didn't look first and was only alerted to his mistake by acrid smoke pouring from the oven vents.
He called me at work to confess and I got really miffed about the whole thing. My friends who overheard the conversation were actually surprised that I was so angry because I'm usually pretty mellow. Truth is, I was just as mad at myself as I was at my husband. It was my own laziness that started the chain of events.
I don't think I ever cut corners on house cleaning in that particular way again.
So let's hear your memorable stories of destroyed, damaged, lost or stolen housewares. I know you have some.