Well… not really. But he could have! And the important thing is… that that’s the story I’m going with!
It was, after all, John who caught the cabinets on fire. He did! NO! REALLY!
A couple of months ago he decided he was going to make himself a tostada with some left over taco meat we hand and he popped a couple of tostada shells in the little toaster oven we have on the counter top. I guess he set it to “Incinerate” and walked off. Well, pretty much immediately the fire was pouring out of the toaster oven and the varnish on the cabinets was aflame.
It was exciting!
The strange thing is that the only emotion I can come up with is relief that it was him and not me who did it.
I wasn’t around when it happened, but he told me that he threw water on it. INSIDE THE TOASTER OVEN. I indicated that it wasn’t the brightest thing he had ever done as he could have electrocuted himself…but, then again he did torch some innocent tostadas…
I explained the theory of using baking soda to extinguish flames from an electrical source. (Assuming he didn’t want to go and get the FIRE EXTINGUISHER from the utility room.) He informed me that he doesn’t know where in our kitchen the baking soda lives. I showed him. I am CERTAIN, within an inch of my life, that he will never need to know the whereabouts of the baking soda.
Unless there’s another fire.
6 comments
Comment by Big Hair Envy on November 8, 2008 at 9:46 pm
A fiasco within the home is SO much easier to deal with when THEY are responsible. Sort of takes the pressure off:)
I just made a mental note to order out the next time I crave Mexican food!!!
Comment by witchypoo on November 8, 2008 at 11:37 pm
Heh. Much better when he scroos up.
Comment by Ree on November 9, 2008 at 12:00 pm
I love the cabinet knobs!
Comment by Mr. Corvette on November 9, 2008 at 11:11 pm
When I worked at the PaetMart veterinary clinic in Amarillo, we had a dog brought to the clinic by the fire department that they had removed from a burning house. He was suffering from smoke inhalation but recovered (with my expert healing touch). Anyway, when the owners came to pick up the dog, we got the story of how the fire started. The owners left a paper bag of treats on top of the electric stove. The dog (a German Shepherd mix) decided he would have a treat and jumped onto the stove to get one. In the process he hit on of the burner knobs with a paw and turned the burner on. Then, in the process of getting the treat, he turned the bag over onto the burner. Of course, it was the one he had turned on. When he jumped down, he forgot to take the bag with him and it remained on the burner where it ignited surrounding flammable materials (like the walls). All the owners could say when they picked him up was, “Our dog burned our house down”. It sounds like one of those “My dog ate my homework” excuses, but in this case it was accurate. See, John should have tried to blame the dog, one of the horses, H, etc. But, of course, good ol’ John would never do something like that. By the way, it has been years since I have seen John, but, judging from the shoe pictures, he is looking gooooooooood. Hard work and long hours have been good to him.
Comment by Mr. Corvette on November 9, 2008 at 11:13 pm
Well, what a doofus I am. I tried to check the spelling but apparently was unsuccessful. That would be the PetsMart veterinary clinic, not the PaetMart clinic. Maybe I’m the reason they closed the clinic.
Comment by Memarie Lane on November 11, 2008 at 1:01 pm
can i just say i like your knobs?
why does that sound dirty?
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