I stayed at Beau's last night, and he made me get up early so he could go study for his law finals. I begrudgingly got dressed and jumped on the train back home, with every intention of falling back asleep. Today was my only day to sleep in, and I usually require 2 mandatory weekdays to sleep past 12:00 p.m.
I arrived home, and chose to heat up a slice of veggie pizza. I decided against the oven, as it seemed to be too much work to turn the dial to the appropriate temperature and open the heavy oven door. I got a piece of tinfoil, and looked at the very manageable toaster oven. I turned the temp. up to 400 degrees and threw the slice in.
I then plopped myself on the couch and watched the prerecorded Monday's taping of the Hills.
15 minutes later, I started to smell something cooking, so I rose to check on my slice. There was a fire blazing in the toaster oven. I opened it, and smoke billowed out. I thought, 'oh, a veggie must have fallen onto the hot lamp.' I grabbed the edges of the tinfoil to free my slice from the smoke to breathe. I then noticed that no... no! There was a wall of huge flames leaping out of the little mighty toaster oven from the back. I began to panic as I saw imaginary flames catching onto the cabinets and rising up the walls. I blew on it, and blew and blew again, as a knee-jerk reaction. It only got worse and the flames laughed their cruel howl and sprung up even stronger than before my gust of wind. I shut the glass door on the toaster oven as I could feel my adrenaline pumping.. how would I ever explain...
My hands were shaking...
I turned the faucet on in the sink, and grappled for something in the sink. It felt like I picked up everything except a cup...
I finally got a cup in my hand, held it under the faucet, filled it up with kitchen-saving water, and thrust it inside the toaster oven. Again, and again, and again.
It was out.
There was smoke everywhere, and I had to open up the sliders, and the front door, and the back door, and most of the windows. I had to light seven candles and lysol the countertops and spray oust EVERYWHERE. My hair still REEKS of smoke.
It was out, though. And my slice went in the oven to be heated up.
