FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!
I burned my thumb on some grease that popped up from an eg this morning and tonight had a grease fire in my house tonight that almost got out of control because Robert had taken the baking soda out of the fridge and did god only knows what with it.
I eventually did find a stray metal pot lid to throw over it and it gutted down some. I called Sheryl hoping to get her to bring me some baking soda to put it out with but coudln’t get anyone to answe the phone.
So, I took the pan with the lid still on top of it outside and set it on my grill.
Let the fucker burn the rest of the night.
Robert’s going to bitch about the house being full of smoke when he gets home, but it will be his own damn fault because he hid the fucking baking soda.
Tomorrow I’ll take pictures of the frying pan and the lid. Both of them, I’m pretty sure, are ruined now.
I eventually did find a stray metal pot lid to throw over it and it gutted down some. I called Sheryl hoping to get her to bring me some baking soda to put it out with but coudln’t get anyone to answe the phone.
So, I took the pan with the lid still on top of it outside and set it on my grill.
Let the fucker burn the rest of the night.
Robert’s going to bitch about the house being full of smoke when he gets home, but it will be his own damn fault because he hid the fucking baking soda.
Tomorrow I’ll take pictures of the frying pan and the lid. Both of them, I’m pretty sure, are ruined now.