Monday, May 27, 2013

The day I started a fire

Trent and I have been on a spending freeze trying to build up our savings.

Before the freeze started, I should have taken a trip to the grocery store. Dumb me. It has been a pretty good opportunity to clean out what's already in the pantry though! Today's lunch: pb&j's. Happy Memorial day!

I decided later this afternoon that I wanted to make some cookies. We don't have chocolate chips but we DO have Nutella. After a quick search, I found an oatmeal Nutella cookie recipe. YESSSSS!

As the oven heats up I'm like "Hey! I should put this stick of butter on this cookie sheet and put it in the oven so it gets a little softer." (You probably know how this is going to turn out)

I get distracted doing other things (no surprise). Suddenly I turn around to see A FIRE IN THE OVEN!

*screech* *scream* *squeal*

I turn off the oven.

"AHHH!!!!!! TREEEEEEEENT!" *more screeching* *Gracie barking*

I'm running around the kitchen looking for a way to put out the flame. I realized at this point that we do not have a fire extinguisher.

"TREEEEEEEEEENT!!!!!!!!!"

My husband flies down the stairs. "WHAT!?!?"

"THE OVEN IS ON FIRE!!!!" (Me, being way too dramatic)

I look at the oven to see the flame is completely gone. WHAT A RELIEF. Then I look at my husband...who is in nothing but his undies and slippers. This is marriage.

Me: "Oh good the fire is out! I just panicked because I didn't know what to do."

Trent: "OH MY GOSH! I thought you were being abducted!!!!"

Me: "No! I just forgot I put butter in there."


And so started the endless amounts of teasing and jokes about me starting fires for stupid reasons.

Trent: "Why would you put butter in there!?"

Me: "I don't know! I thought it would be just a quick little nuke!"

Trent starts laughing. Followed by more jokes, of course. That's what I get for trying to be domestic!

Luckily the oven is in perfectly good condition, the fire alarm didn't go off and I got to make my oatmeal Nutella cookies after a good scrubbing of the oven.

I also got to laugh at the fact that Trent ran down in his skivvies to come defend me against an abductor.

And that's our memorial day.

3 comments:

  1. Love this story! Has to be one of my favorites!

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  2. You just used the word skivvies. You are my coolest friend

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    1. HAHA!! I will be honest, I don't think I have ever used that word before...but I'm super happy I did and it was in relation to this ridiculous story :-)

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