After placing hamburger on to cook, MM went upstairs to complain her woes away. 5 min later she is entering the kitchen to find the room FILLED with smoke. Oh look! It's pouring out of the pot! Lets take that baby to the front step.
As soon as the door was closed, the smoke detector started a piercing shriek . Waving towels & opening windows it finally stopped but then the house alarm went off.
Sheesh!
Thank goodness the children hid in the basement & the husband hid upstairs.
Suddenly, MM noticed red flashing lights approaching the house. I'm sure all the neighbors did too.
Oh kind Fireman, thank you for being so patient, letting the 7 yr old in the truck to turn on the alarm, bringing all the trainees with you, etc.
We hope to only see you on a social basis from now on.
Prologue:
The sweet, humiliated husband scrubbed that burned pot for all he was worth. His dish pan hands will be ever marred.
I will say again...you need to write a book. You have a way of telling a story that makes me feel present in the action! I hope you at least got that hug from hubby!!
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