Alternate Title: How FaceBook Almost Made Me Burn Down My House
Yesterday I wrote about how productive my day had been and all of the shit I accomplished. I must have come off as a braggart because the universe decided to kick me firmly in the ass later in the day.
First I got a call from the vet, and the news isn't good. He had something show up in his intestines on the X-ray that no one in the office could identify, so they had to send it out to a feline radiologist for analysis. We're still waiting for that report, but the vet was not optimistic.
Then I lit my oven on fire. Really a lot on fire. As in took the kids outside and wondered when our new home owner's insurance took effect. You see, I made this nice dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, and once SOB got home I made some garlic bread and some cheese bread and threw it in the broiler.
And then I went into the living room and signed into my FaceBook account and spent ten minutes browsing my aunt's photos. I was mid-comment when I smelled smoke. SOB was holding Maggie and the kids were coloring, so I ran into the kitchen to find it completely filled with smoke. My first instinct was to turn off the broiler and the stove top burner under the sauce. I didn't see flames, so after that I grabbed an oven mitt and opened the oven door. As soon as I let some oxygen in, though, the flames appeared as if out of nowhere, licking at my wrists. I slammed the door shut and grabbed our fire extinguisher from under the sink, and by this time my screaming had alerted SOB. He came running, but he was still holding the baby in our smoke-filled kitchen. He handed her off to me and I got Sam and Lucy and we headed out front.
I don't know exactly what he did, but he got the flaming bread outside without injury or using the fire extinguisher. I was a mess after that. Thank god it was warmer yesterday because we had to completely open the house and put on every fan we had to clear the smoke. I can't even imagine what a real fire must be like considering how much smoke there was from nine pieces of bread and cheese. Our kitchen was covered in soot and still smells awful, but it doesn't look like we'll have to replace the oven.
I wish I could say the same about the cat.
10 comments:
poor Simon! He looks like a survivor tho--maybe he will beat it?
Now go take a nap.
WHOA! I gotta agree less FB for sure. That is some sad looking bread. Although I have to admit my husband is notorious for not using a timer and we have had some seriously burnt cookies before too. ;)
poor Simon.
Also, this is why I get nervous when people brag about cooking dinner with their babies strapped to them in one of those stupid papoose things.
I'm moving in. The decision is final. Who brings a baby into a kitchen with a screaming lady!?
Oh I get caught up on the facebook too... LOL so easy to stay connected. LOL well the burntness made for a good photo op! ;-) Hope today goes less hectic and you got some sleep lastnight.
why is that one piece of bread completely normal? did you eat that one? lol. I'm not being insensitive, I did hear about your fire dilemmas over the phone! -Chrissie
I'm assuming SOB flipped that one over to see if they had burnt all the way through. I'll ask him when he gets home.
Oh my! I am glad you all are alright. Sorry about your cat.
I am impressed you took a picture of the bread (LOL).
How terrifying! You're lucky you didn't burn yourself. I had a 'fire' experience a few years back in the UK when a candle burnt down in the front room setting fire to a decoration. I was at the other end of the house when I smelled smoke and flew up to find the table decoration on fire. Seriously on fire. I think I douse it with a wet teatowel or something but there were scorch marks up a wall and soot everywhere. I feel your fear. Oh and poor Simon....:-(
Yikes! Glad it was just the bread!
Sorry to hear about Simon. This is one of the rare instances in which I can actually sympathize with what you're going through... it's just hard, no matter how you look at it.
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