*headdesk*

[donutsweeper]

I'm at work and just got the most interesting call from my husband (who never calls me at work btw)..

"Hey, it's me.  Now I don't want you to panic or anything..."  (too late) 

"First off, the fire's out."  (FIRE?!?!?)

"Well, it was more like just some smoldering and a lot of smoke, but no one got hurt.  We're all fine."  (no one being hurt is good... but smoke/smolder/fire?)

"Remember that silpat thing you got for hanukkah?"  (The silicone baking sheet liner that I've wanted for years and years and finally got, yes I remember that... wait, remember?)

"well......"

As it turns out he put a hot pan, fresh off the stovetop, directly on top of of the silicone pad lined baking sheet, which basically combusted due to the intense heat.

*sigh* and *headdesk*  Can I kill him when I get home?

Comments

[aeron-lanart.livejournal.com]

I set my hair on fire cooking dinner for OH once. Luckily hair grows back.

He needs to apologise with chocolate donuts no less (though I'd settle for just the chocolate). In the mean time, have some virtual chocolate off me.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

awww thanks *g*

[k-haldane.livejournal.com]

My husband was in the Australian Boys' Choir when younger, and one of the boys set another boy's hair on fire with the candles they were holding.

(It was an accident; they were filming a commercial and had been at it for something like eleven hours at the time. He got sleepy and his hand drooped.)