Friday, April 07, 2006

Call me the fireman......that's my naaaaaaame

So, how ironic is it that the wife of a fireman let some sludge that slopped out of the lasagna last night build up on the bottom of her oven, didn't clean it, and when said wife tried to use the oven today, started a fire in her oven?

That is the definition of ironic, my friends.

The wife called the husband, who happens to be on duty, in a slight panic because not only had she started a small fire in the oven, but she could not find the fire extinguisher.

Yeah, that's brains right there.

All this wife needs to do is yank all the batteries out of the smoke detectors and the entire house would be a giant hazard.

Um, and I have no idea who this stupid fireman's wife is, either.

No idea at all. I bet she's hot though.

Elizabeth at 2:59 PM

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at 4:35 PM Melanie said...: OMG. You are cracking me up. At least you didn't call 911.
at 5:26 PM Unknown said...: Be glad you didn't find the fire extinguisher. We had a short in the heating element of our oven once that started flaming and sending off sparks. My husband grabbed the kitchen extinguisher. The ENTIRE house, upstairs and down, was instantly filled with a powdery haze that made breathing impossible and I was still cleaning up the powder film on EVERYTHING months and months later.
at 6:45 PM Kami said...: I bet she is totally hot. She must be a natural blonde who dyes her hair dark.

Hmmm...
at 6:49 PM Caroline said...: Too funny!
at 9:29 PM Nap Queen said...: Oh no! Hottie deluxe :)
at 10:48 AM Tammy said...: I'm betting she's hot too. What did she do to extinguish said fire? That is, if you know.