I was chatting with my daughter on IM tonight. I told her I needed to throw dinner in the oven. She had a long story to tell me so I hopped into the kitchen while she typed.
The oven in this new apartment is VERY old and we discovered the wonkiness of the thermostat when I burned a pan of brownies to a crisp in 20 minutes.
I knew I wanted to cook the pork chops at 425 degrees. So this is the number I had previously, randomly twirled up on the knob.Suddenly the apartment was full of smoke!!!
I ran to the oven, pulled open the door and the floor of the oven was on fire!!!
4 inches of flames!!
I threw poor Tigger into the bedroom and shut the door.
I dove into the Cesspool Of Useless Information in the backyard of my brain and saw the post-it note that said "Electrical Fire=NO WATER!!"
So, picture me now, standing in front of the oven, BLOWING OUT the fire.
Whew! That worked. I guess I need to clean the oven tomorrow.
Back to Sorority Girl on IM...
Me: The oven caught on fire. FML.
SG: Well. That makes my news less exciting!
SG: Firefighter Required?
Me: No, I blew out the fire.
SG: ??What?? You blew out the fire lol
Me: I should have taken pictures for my blog!!
SG: You should be worried about the rest of the house burning down.
Me: It's just really smoky and my eyes are burning. I'm going to take pictures
Me: OK, I opened a window and turned on the ceiling fan. First I took pictures!
Me: Now I'm fanning the smoke with a towel.
SG: Go worry about the house and I'll see you tomorrow.