Okay,
The fire marshall (i.e. me) has determined the cause of the fire. Turns out, if one were to turn on the burner under a pot of soup but accidentally turn on the burner that happens to be under the plastic kettle instead...
that's bad...
anyway, everything turned out fine. Tea anyone?
Cara here: I guess Jon decided my punishment would be to further embarrass me by posting these pictures. I guess I should tell you all what happened. Michaela and I had just returned from the gym, I gave her lunch, and was about to put her down for a nap, when I decided to put a pot of water on the stove to boil. I guess I turned on the wrong burner, but didn't notice. 2 minutes later I was in Michaela's room, reading her a story when the fire alarm went off. I rushed into the kitchen to find the kettle and half the stove on fire. I quickly searched for the fire extinguisher, but when I couldn't find it (I blame Jon's obsessive tidying and organizing), I ran into the hallway where there was a large one. I blasted the flames away, (although to be honest, for a second when the flames flared up again, I got a little nervous). But all in all it was put out safely, unfortunately there was a thick black smoke in almost all of the apartment. As much as it killed me to do this I decided that the smartest thing to do would be to call the fire department, just to be on the safe side. Well.....Even though I insisted it was no big deal, and the fire was out, two minutes later, half a dozen fire trucks come screeching down the street sirens blaring! Another half dozen firefighters came barging into our apartment with full gear on wielding life saving axes and oxygen tanks. "Embarrassing" does not even begin to describe it. They poked around a few minutes then declared everything safe. Here's the kicker.....when they left, they once again (I assume just for the fun of it), left with sirens blaring as if to declare to the world that here live an absent minded, careless housewife. Oh well, Michaela had fun.
8 comments:
How can you turn such a frightening experience into a laugh-out-loud description, nobody knows. Regardless, thanks for a harrowing and entertaining story. Glad Michaela had fun.
No nap time for that little girl, then!
And I don't know about our husbands and blogs...it IS sometimes downright embarassing what they suggest to post to the world...
but that's a pretty funny story.
Made me laugh out loud! :)
Meghan
For those of you who know Michaela, you know that once she gets a story into her head, she tells it over and over again to anyone who will listen. I figured we had about 6 months of, "Mommy....fire on stove....funny mommy!!". I figured the cat was already out of the bag and I may as well go along with it.
Cara, your wonderful gift for story-telling has obviously continued into your grown-up years - I think you should consider writing children's books!
Were the firemen cute? Just kidding. I am glad you have maternal instincts! Thank God you and MJ are ok! Guess we need to plan a trip to Wal-Mart for a new Kettle!
That's pretty crazy stuff - glad to hear you were level-headed enough to find that extinguisher in the hall, despite all the noise and chaos. Oh, and how'd the cats take it?
Sharon
The cats were freaked out by the fire alarm, but curious of the firemen, who may or may not have been cute...too hard to tell with their gas masks on!
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