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Thursday, February 24, 2005Burning Down the House
So maybe that's a wee bit of an exaggeration. You see, yesterday morning I was minding my own business, slicing bagels over by the toaster. They were fresh bagels, of course, and the white, paper bag they had come in was sitting on the counter beside my workspace. Suddenly, without warning, dear Eric came over and plopped the tea kettle onto the nearest burner. He turned on the flame -- poof! -- which immediately ignited the paper bag. "Eric!" I shrieked. "Eric!" So, like any clear-thinking man would do, my resourceful husband began blowing on the burning bag and beating it with a butter knife. Yes, you read that correctly. Needless to say, his huffing and puffing fanned the flames, so that they grew bigger and brighter (and shed black ash all over the counter). "Eric!" I shrieked again. (Obviously I was having a bit of trouble communicating during this sudden crisis.) He picked up the burning bag (thus rescuing the bagel that had been trapped inside) and ran it to the sink, where he dropped it and doused it. A small piece of burning bag still remained on the counter, so I quickly picked it up and threw it in the sink as well. Crisis over. Except for the ridiculous mess it had caused (and guess who had to clean THAT up?). Naturally, the entire thing was quite amusing to our children, who were eating breakfast at the time. Jonathan was particularly tickled by his daddy's -- um -- valiant firefighting efforts. (I wonder if they train REAL firefighters in the blow-and-beat-with-a-butter-knife technique?) Who needs fiction? My life is an ongoing story of often unbelievable proportion. I'll bet you'll never want to come to my house for breakfast, will you? --- Jill Schafer Boehme MOMMY! The Internet Lifeline for At-home Moms |
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
ROFL!!
Ahh, doesn't it give you such faith in your knight in shining armour? ;-D Reminds me of the time my own prince charming (Vince charming?) thought it was a good idea to put out an overly ambitious potpourri burner candle by pouring a glass of water on it.. "Um, sweetie, maybe baking soda would...*WHOOSH*"
I'd come to your house ANY DAY! :o)
I need a good laugh ;oD
Alicia
LOL! LOL! Especially funny since I just had my own fire-in-the-kitchen incident. I made cinnamon rolls, had them on pans covered with towels in the oven set to "Warm" because the kitchen was cold. The 10 yr old happened by and calmly asked why there was fire in the oven. Ummm... maybe because the towel touched the element? Duh!
The funny thing was how I grabbed the flaming towel and turned around in circles looking for a place to deposit it. DH suggested the sink, but couldn't decide where to go as I shouted "MOVE!" 5 or 6 times. What a hero when he got the sink sprayer in his hand. He even doused a stray flame that fell to the floor.
I can just imagine how his friends will ROTFLOL as he retells it. haha!
*applause* I absolutely loved this. I'm still smiling from your husband's antics.
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