Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Nose As Long As a Telephone Wire...

Don't tell The Squeeze, but I sort of set the kitchen on fire last night.  Just a little.  I turned the back burner on instead of the front one, which was no big deal.  I turned the proper one on, and turned away to grab a plate.  Turned back, and--well, apparently the roll of paper towels was a leeettle too close to that back burner.  It was a rather lovely pillar of flames.

I used the floor, my feet, and a lot of cuss words to put it out.  Luckily, the paper towel holder is marble.  Luckily, the floor is tiled.  Luckily, I was actually wearing shoes for once.  Luckily, the neighbors didn't look out their kitchen window into ours.  That might have been difficult to explain. 

But hey, in a relationship, it's okay to keep some things to yourself, right?  A secret isn't exactly the same as a lie...

And it's not like my pants actually started on fire.  They're just a little, you know.

Singed.



Jemma is totally judging me.

4 comments:

  1. Know what burns real good? A plastic bag of egg noodles when you do the "wrong burner" thing... or so I'm told, by a friend, yeah, a friend...

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    1. Egg noodles, huh? And plastic? I bet your, I mean your friend's place smelled really appetizing from that. (But at least I'm not alone!)

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  2. Glad your skin wasn't singed. You were lucky to escape with your life...er, wait....you weren't lucky, you're obviously an awesome firefighter-type person....they all cuss when they're putting out fires, too.
    I'm a little jealous. I only boiled a pan to death once. That's not nearly as awesome.

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    1. It was funny. I had this out of body moment when I was like, "Wait. Is it really a good idea to try to stomp on flames four inches high while wearing baggy pants? Probably not. Whatever."

      You'll probably read about me in the Darwin Awards someday.

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